Hoshor Plains god is a city overflowing with fists

he cannot fathom why she has given herself such a difficult task. is there not food down in the south? why on earth is she all the way up here trying to herd bison? especially given, as she's aptly pointed out, they're more inclined to go the opposite way. the obvious solution is not so immediately obvious to the morwinyon, who's physicality often manifests in laziness even if he's lead a few pack hunts in his time.

"hm," he says absently, "shame." he doesn't mean to be callous, really, he's just got a lot going on right now. instead of being helpful, he asks, "why? er, why do you want to herd them," curious what her m.o. is.