Hoshor Plains Ntropí

On the borders. All welcome but hoping for a lovely @Nephele

Once the mountains had given way to the open plains of the ground below, Antigone had felt a breath of relief fall from his lips. The familiarity of the terrain so close to the vale had left him with a sour feeling in his stomach. All of the memories of his childhood had flooded his mind. He battled with the anxiety of meeting one of his parents there, but the scents of the vale had changed drastically and Antigone had climbed down the mountainside wondering where Tamar and Arsenio had vanished to.

At the edge of the plains, the red-hood noted the sharp fragrance of a border marking. He lowered his snout and sniffed. It hadn’t been too long since a patroller had been there. The young wolf lingered, debating whether or not he might call out. Antigone supposed that he could get answers from the dwellers. At least enough that he could find some peace of mind.