Hoshor Plains god is a city overflowing with fists

She gets the same confused reaction she often does with anyone else. Maybe she’s mistaken in his tone, or purpose, but he seems to ask about her pack. Shivali takes a deep, frustrated breath, wishing to get out of the conversation but the pull of his proximity keeps her rooted.
 
Licking her lips, she turns her head back to the bison and watches as they begin to meander in the opposite direction. They aren’t going fast enough for her to be concerned and she can still see them in the afternoon light. “South the mountain,” she says, glancing back at him to see if they have better luck understanding this time.