Hoshor Plains love into a weapon

she enjoys their brief moments of physical touch, for they were rare amongst the business of responsibilities. a purr to his words that resonated to a calm hum. she remains quite as he shared the stillness of issues and his lack of faith in it remaining that way.

"i do not mind the quiet," she had grown through chaos, and had found that the moments of silence were to be appreciated greatly. "but it is a bit unsettling," she admits with a glance towards where the lake rest. she did not believe that woman would not cause further issues unless she was removed completely. uproot the weeds, or chop off the head of the snake.

she gives an appreciative glance to her husband as a thought that had lingered in the back of her mind for a while now finally came to words, "you seem to take to this naturally." his entire being connected to the plains in a way she knew she likely never would. they could move to a new territory and she would not find herself upset in the same way she thought arktos might be.

"all of it," she clarifies. "leadership, the plains, the herd." each role and each interest was done so as if practiced, as if it had been a life before. she did not knock on the locked door of his mind that held lost memories, but it would be a lie to say she did not occasionally glance towards it in wonder.