Hoshor Plains new beginnings

the morning is dark, just before dawn when arktos slips from the den he shares with his wife. there is a peaceful sort of quiet to the plains in the still of night and early morning when the giant beasts they shared them with slumbered.

a call of an owl somewhere in the distance accompanied by the chirrup of crickets are an outside orchestra to his footfalls.

he checks on the herds first: keeping quiet but not low as to both not disrupt their slumber nor to hide from them if one did happen to be awake or awaken.

from there, he swings towards the borders; content to get a patrol in while the air was still cool.