Hoshor Plains laced up boots, wandering soul

She grinned to his words of her sibling.

We look quite similar. I’m not surprised they caught your eye if you were hunting for me. On first glance, you may mistake them, if you looked from the corner of your eye. Or weren’t paying much attention.

His next question brought a contemplative expression to her face, a paw reaching up to brush her cheek. Not a self conscious gesture, merely a thoughtful one.

My totem, it is the doe. That is the easiest way to explain such. To get more complicated, I left the wilds after my first year. I..had a lot going on, at the time. I sought an answer to why my spirit felt odd within my body. It was when I left that I came across a strange herd of deer. They seemed to look right through me, and a young stag among them was said to have the heart of a wolf. Their matriarch was a cruel creature, so she laughed, told me I should have the marking of deer to show I was prey at heart. They gave me the scar. I came back home.