Starry, Starry Night

A quick step saved him from stepping in a prairie dog hole and he dipped his head to sniff lightly at it. It seemed fairly fresh. He supposed it wasn't all that surprising to find prairie dogs out in a nice plain like this. His ears flicked up and he turned to see one of the other Hallows members arriving. He nodded his head. "Yep, I'm Shilah and… I'm horrible with names. You're… DeSoto?" He felt terrible that the other man knew his name, but he hadn't remembered. Then, he never had been very good with names. He could memorize landscapes and landmarks well, find his way through difficult terrain and remember the paths he'd taken but names were just impossible. Shilah probably needed to get better at that. He was part of a pack now and not a loner just wandering about as he pleased. "Are you looking for a spot for your den? I was just debating if I wanted to settle here on the plains or somewhere in the castle."