Stirring Up Dirt

Hotate wasn't quite sure how he made it into the western lands. Maybe it was to escape the cold just a bit, but he actually knew the colder environments most. Beaches and sand, they were kind of annoying. Lakes he could do though. And it seemed he came to the right place.

When he came across the slightly more lush areas of the west even with the blankets of snow over it, the lake made him decide he would start setting up camp. It wasn't much, but he'd go out on a quick hunt and set a fire. And then by morning he'd be gone again. Maybe this was some kind of extended vacation. That's what it felt like sometimes at least. How a vacation was without any visitors was just the way of Hotate. He usually tried to steer away from anyone on the road, though he was unlucky sometimes. He wasn't a great host of his presence though.

He ventured out into the bushier areas of the lake to see what kind of prey would be nearby. He was a big guy, but he could make do with something small he could get his paws on. A big hunt would be a nice drive though. He didn't get his hopes up.

"Hotate"