Hoshor Plains arabella

@Dawn sup

He has never journeyed to the plains. It has not interested him. However, he knows he must know. To fully understand the vast, uncharted and complicated land that surrounds the dark woods, his home, he must experiance it. He cannot make his mark on the world without walking its land, learning its secrets; Blackfeather Woods is but a tick in the surface of a grand plain, rolling hills and wide seas. He will conquer it all, silently. His footsteps part the long strands of grain, ears barely visible above the stalks as the sea of golden grass itself basks under the setting sun. He picks up no scent of a pack nearby, but treads with caution regardless; the stalks hide himself as well as any other lurkers from view, easily to be blindsided in broad-daylight. Nevertheless, he glides silently, taking in what he must and all that he can before his return to the dark woods; the feeling of a presence drawing nearer lingers in the back of his mind.