Hoshor Plains gift vid första ögonkastet

The flatlands had continued to be his home despite Disa's invitation over a month earlier. He had certainly considered it, but a problem had become glaringly obvious to him; he liked Disa. She was... quirky, but entertaining for it. The fear that he might get attached was enough for him to shy away.

Despite it, he had still been excited to catch her scent on the wind. The plains had become his stomping grounds, and ego jumped to the conclusion that she was coming for a visit with her good and very handsome friend. Then he caught the scent of an old lady, and then a mountain lion. Beau did the math, and he didn't like it.

Running until he caught sight of the two wolves and the stalking creature his first instinct was to yell; Disa! Not entirely because he was stupid or trying to play the hero — actually, it was a bit of both.