Hoshor Plains god is a city overflowing with fists

Thankfully he slows down and keeps it that way but he still has questions and she frowns, staring out across the dark plains. She doesn’t think she can herd the bison back to the woods but it’s a nice thought and now this wolf has come along to ruin her work and slow her down. She’s distracted because he’s here and now frustrated that they keep traveling north, away. 

”They closer before,” she says, shifting her restless legs and begins to stand. The changes in her body are subtle but she’s clearly not receptive, preferring to get away from the dainty male than to stick around. ”I go now,” she says and begins to trot off, the faintest hint of sweet left behind.