Whitefish River The Great Thorn

She couldn't understand the reason why one would give a bit of land a name, unless it contained a shape that held some significance. Though for all she knew, this Horizon place could have been like this. Though she imagined that all stretches of land had a horizon of sorts to observe. Sighing softly, she rounded her shoulder letting the thought roll away as she came to a conclusion; she truly did not care for the reason. When spoken to again she let her eyes rest on the muzzle of the female being mindful not to touch the others eyes. Last she needed was to cause some disrespect and endure another fruitless encounter. "I am not," she answered briskly as her nose turned with an inquisitive twitch. "Am I to assume the same of you?"