Hoshor Plains salute as the warrior cries

Chase! Yes, that was her command. She'd take to it like a good dog, and fall in alongside Nephele, just waiting to be unleashed.

Stamina was no concern of hers, many a day she'd amble around the territory and find herself travelled a long ways from where she started, no thought spared to the cracking grooves of her paws or the idle ache in her limbs. To move was a mindless endeavour. Here, however, she felt that hesitance itching at her limbs and hoped it would not rear its head when the moment mattered.

Hopefully, the bison would startle without much work, and these worries would roll off her back as easily as they had creeped in. For all the size and brute strength it possesed, there was nothing quite so powerful as the biological fear of a wolf, two would surely send the fucker runnin'.

She traipsed an impatient circle around Nephele as the muscle stalked off into more concealed ground.