Rising Sun Valley Shierak Qiya

So excited to get the ball rolling on this!

Lavakho's decision to accompany his brother to unknown lands was one made quickly, without hesitation, or much thought behind it.  However, that was the nature of most of Lavakho's decisions, as he had made it perfectly clear time and time again that he had little time for such frivolous things like reflection, or complex thought for that matter.  He would follow his brother to the ends of the earth, if that's what it took to prove his worth.

The walk from Rhaesh Dahaan had been a long and difficult one on the hulking wolf and his knees begged to buckle under the weight of his colossal body.  Though he was blessed with a frame built for combat, it certainly made travel difficult, especially over long distances.  However, dusk was approaching soon on the horizon and that meant the duo and their coyote captive would be stopping in due time.  Lavahko silently sighed internally at the sight of the sun beginning to set on the horizon.  So pretty.

His brother stopped, bringing the group to a screeching halt as he sniffed the air by a small creek.  Lavakho's murky orange eyes laid locked on the valley before him.  Everything was so much different from home and Lavakho found it's lack of bison utterly disturbing.  One hadn't been seen since they had departed from the plains of Rhaesh Dahaan, and Lavakho couldn't help but pine for home.  But this was home now, he resolved, and home would always be with his brother.  

Lavakho shared his brother's irritation.  Perhaps if they were to kept going west they would find a herd, but it was all still speculation and conjecture at this point.  "Si iaco isthasy,"  he grunted in response as he dropped to his stomach.  "Tlush tenamalo persvek wer nakit."