Hoshor Plains silver tooth

Strength in numbers.

A cripple, a dog, and a giant. Strength for one, maybe.

She looked up to Roan to gauge what thoughts lied in his silence, and offered a subtle shrug of her own, flicking an onyx ear. It had been a while since they'd seen another soul; well. Living, that is.

Synder used to talk to her people daily, console them and wear their worries on her back, and ever since she'd left them, her world had become far quieter. For better or for worse, maybe a solid mix of the two.

I do not mind, if only for a little while. She answered, though she left the verdict up to he who would take the burden of providing.