Open to any Hoshor Plains member but tagging
@Rakharo ! :-) Also, I made some assumptions here. Feel free to poke me if they're wrong and I'll change them; lame first post is lame.
The travel to these strange lands had not been as arduous as it had been spoken to be, though Jakhago had suspected he hadn't been meant to hear the words that the others had whispered shortly before he'd taken off to find Rakharo's Khalas. Perhaps he had not been intended to survive, but he was loyal and faithful to the Khalas, as the day he'd been since he was born, he assumed. He'd always been a slave, just as he'd been a eunuch for as long as he could remember – his docked tail the mark of it. He'd given everything for the Khalas because ...there was
nothing else. Surviving the journey was easy, if it did not find him a bit hungry. It took more than fawns and hares to sate his appetite, and to keep his body fit. The afternoon was hot, though the cloud coverage from above kept the excess heat of the sun off of his back as he moved South. His movements were not fleet of foot, lumbered though his pace was brisk. Jakhago had lost count of how many days he'd been searching for Rakharo and his Khalas because, in reality, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that he found them and served them as faithfully as possible — as loyally as he knew how.
His pace slowed as he approached pack lands, stopping with adequate distance between their borders — marked by the scent of their urination and the secretions of scent from their paw pads worn into the earth where they patrolled — and his body. The eunuch did not howl for them, instead lowered his sable muzzle towards the earth and sniffed at the scents, picking out what was familiar to him. It was only after Jakhago had affirmed that the strongest scent belonged to Rakharo did he raise his muzzle towards the heavens and let out a call, alerting to the Khalas inside the lands of his presence.
As the Khalas grew strong in number, the Khal allowed tranquility to lead the way he did things around the Khalas. Eleven wolves guarding the herd was more than sufficient for Rakharo to feel comfortable enough to take his time to make some terrain recognition, a more than needed exploration of the land he and his Khalas now called home.
Drawing lines was first. Rakharo had made sure to clearly state that the whole land known now as Hoshor Plains was of his property marking with his strong scent every inch of soil he felt possessive of, and it was quite expansive.
The howl that echoed through the winds sounded clearly in Rakharo's location, and the message it carried was explicit enough for the Khal to know that the howler was no threat to the Khalas or the herd. It was Dotharan. And he moved toward it with quickened pace.
From the distance Rakharo noticed that the figure missed it's tail, the mark of the eunuchs that served the Dosh Khaleen back in Rhaesh Dahaan, but the rest of it was alien to him. A monochrome appearance and no Dotharan shape whatsoever, it was clearly a captive he was dealing with.
"Tir wux tepoha vi ominak, Zijahak? the Khal asked when he was within earshot, with dominant stance and gaze fixed with the servant's silver eyes. Those were strange eyes.
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.