Hoshor Plains Walk the room like you're on fire [m]

the plains stretch out before him; tall emerald and heather grasses swaying against his legs, against his underbelly. from a safe distance — a small outcropping of flatrock — wintersbane watches the oblivious herd of bison in the distance, studying their strange, misshapen ( to him at least ) shapes. once more, upon the breeze, past the musky scent of the bison something more tempting and sweet piques his attention ...and his interest. no stranger to following the intoxicating perfume it does not take him long — steps taken of his legs own accord — to find her. he draws nearer with a low chuff, hoping she will invite him nearer.