Hoshor Plains eighty-sixth

she is jaded in the midst of her return, worn from travel and longing for the warmth of her husband beside her while she slept. but it is not without wonder and a sharp tsk, that she turns to let ears cup towards the call of diplomacy.

a part of her wished to ignore their bellow, to saunter off and sleep instead. but she is turning to meet them quicker than she would any other, her steps steady despite the weight of weathered muscles pulling her down.

she moved through the bison as water flowed through a stream, her wariness of them little now as the wolves of yellowstone became one with the herd. and in the collection of hulking giants, did the lithe viper slither through, poison stained eyes locked on the figures in the distance.

"you tread the claim of yellowstone," she calls to them once near, her gaze drifting between each body as she appraised them. "speak why you've come."