Hoshor Plains [j] fear feels like an act

He had been absent from the packlands for sometime, but he had a reason. While the others stayed in their lush plains, Azzaro went to explore these green wilds and the packs that surrounded their home. From his experience when traveling, the copper Dotharan was careful to stay a respectable distance away from the markers. To the nomadic wolf, they didn't really make sense, but all the same, he respected their lands and borders. With the pack so newly established, they did not need war so soon.

Guarding the herd was the first thing the son of Drakhavo did the moment he came back, unlike the natives who inhabited only the land within their borders, the Dotharan lived where the herd lived, their home was wherever the herd was. They were extremely territorial around the Bison, but still patrolled rather loosely around the plains, it was where they lived now after all.

A howl rang through the air, the message it carried was clear that the howler was no threat to their pack, to their Khalas. It was a fellow Dotharan. Still guarding the Bison, he contemplated whether or not to confront the wolf by their borders, knowing that Rakharo was probably heading towards it right now, their Khal was ever vigilant. Deciding to go anyways, Azzaro made his way quickly to the source of the howl, halting right behind Rakharo.

Ivory eyes analyzed the figure, noticing that the wolf had no tail, the mark of the eunuch. This was no trueborn Dotharan, his coat and frame said enough. A captive then.

Speaking no words, Azzaro stood still behind his leader, watching carefully.