Rising Sun Valley Shierak Qiya

Sorry for the weird post, I'm sleepy :s

indentWith a nod, Rakharo agreed with his brother on the course of action. He was sure there would be a Bison herd soon, he could feel it in his heart, the way it pounded wasn't normal. There still was terrain to cover if they wanted to reach a flatland, and by the geography of the place they chose to rest there seemed to be many more mountains to cross ahead. They would need to keep going forward and they would.

indentTomahawk came to his side with a whine and big eyes. Rakharo had forgotten that the girl wasn't familiar with his native language language yet, and it had been a pain in the ass from the moment he'd claimed her. He wasn't fluid in the common tongue, but he knew some words, he was able to comunicate what was necessary to his new servant. "We stop." he barked bluntly as he faced her with authority, "Rest with moon, walk with sun." to a native of the land, Rakharo would have seemed a little aboriginal, but in fact he was an eloquent speaker in his own language; it was just too different from the common tongue.

indentThe khal was about to turn away and look for an apropriate place to sleep for the night when yet another wolf with communicative differences came with questions. She had come too close without warning and being a nomad, Rakharo was territorial and protective of the space he occupied. His natural reaction was to turn around with hackles raised and a snarl, he looked big and powerful, and any pup would have peed their pants in fear. "Pok harkt mobi, vekikar." he hissed as his tail rose in the air. He looked at Tomahawk with inquiring eyes, "Understand?" he asked, still holding his aggressive expression.