Rising Sun Valley There is no word for "thank you" in Doth...

For the Blood of my blood, @Lavakho :D
This probably happened before Tomahawk joined them.

indentToo many days had passed and there still hadn't been sight of the herds. They all were of nomad blood, they were used to the long days walking, but the situation was becomeing something Rakharo himself could barely abide. They sated their hunger with prey that wasn't invigorating enough, not as Bison at least, and it was turning into a nightmare. Lavakho had been on his side all along, his only loyal brother, his blood.

indent"Tir wux siofme yth geou ehtah coe, qoy qoyi?" Rakharo asked as they walked down yet another mountain. He thought he had started losing his faith, no Dotharan had even walked so far from the Rhaesh Dahaan, and the distance felt like worlds away. They had walked with faith of finding a place in which they could keep practising their customs, and so far all they had found were mountains and thick forests, none of those were proper places for grass runners like the Dotharan. They needed open spaces, lots of it, and it seemed to be something limited to the fatherland.