Hoshor Plains Off you go

Cassidy had continued to roam, going where the wind blew him. Today, the wind brought him to Hoshor Plains.

Things had changed in the last year, wolves had come, and wolves had gone. This place, this land, felt empty, abandoned. Apart from that, the last year had also changed Cassidy, who was now a mature man. He had filled out; he was muscular (albeit not overly), his coat was plush and healthy, his eye bright. He was an excellent specimen! 

He roamed the plains with a new confidence. When the sound of a victorious howl filled the air, he quickly took action. His legs carried him swiftly across the plains. And as soon as he caught the scent of another wolf on the wind, he slowed his pace. It didn’t take him long to spot the wolf; a handsome specimen, like himself. He called out, his voice friendly, welcoming: “Hello! I’m Cassidy! Who might you be?” He kept a respectful distance, to show he meant no harm.