Hoshor Plains silver tooth

Synder fell into pace with their new company, taking in the grace with which she seemed to float through the world, a stride with an elegance that put her own to deep shame, and what a strange bend to her tail...

Staring was rude, and she knew the feeling, so she did not do much of it. What's your name? She quiries, moving to break the silence first, ever the diplomat. I'm Synder, he is Roan. She gestured with her dark muzzle to the mountainous form that paved their path forward. Have you been travelling for long?