Hoshor Plains empire now

she'd done a round of patrols, taking extra care to place thick markings along the invisible boundary that rest nearest to the lake. the thought of the womanly brute still taking up unwelcomed residence like a fat tick irked nephele, but she did not move to press the wretch's claim.

not yet.

schemes festered in the pit of her mind, a recipe designed with deliberate purpose.

for now she pulled away from the call of her duties, her attention drawn to the agitated steeds that dotted the plains. unlike the bison, these creatures seemed displeased with the arrival and foundation of yellowstone. curious to their cause and ire, the stormcloud watched from the blanket of golden pasture.

a scholar with a pencil for her weapon in war.