Hoshor Plains suburban muse

this one carried herself around like a cub scheming a prank. he'd seen the look in many of his siblings. everyone was so serious all the time here so even something like that felt like a breath of fresh air compared to bison-shit.

nah, nah.. he scratched at his belly lazily. there ain't much else to do, can't even smell the roses around these parts.

his eyes remain lazy, half-lidded and on the brink of closing if it weren't for the strange look she gave him — as if to say "look at my big-ass red eyes!"