Hoshor Plains next to you I'll lay my bones

It did not take long for someone to find her. A stranger, to her relief. Easy eyed him up as he approached, her tail beating softly against the ground to broadcast her receptiveness. She still lay on her side, showing off the roundness of her figure — she thought that everyone ought to appreciate the fact that she had aged well, was well-fed, and could traipse about seeing anyone she liked.

"I am," she replied, though there was a sliver of censure in her tone. "My name is Ishara. Tell me yours."

She would know, she decided, if he was lying to her or not. Call her old fashioned, but she wanted to be able to tell her children the name of their father — even if fathers had never played a large part in her children's lives.