Rising Sun Valley Once you have accepted your flaws, nobody can use them against you.

azzaroWhile his dear brother thought of their journey as a brilliant and awesome adventure, the dark furred Dotharan was worried. So far they still hadn't sighted any plains that had even one Bison herd in it, elk and deer could fulfill their hunger, but only for a while. As trueborn Dotharan warriors, only Bison could truly fill them up, and give them the feeling of contentment. Those animals were also what they worshipped, living in a land without those creatures was...unthinkable. And Azzaro would never have it, he doubted he would be able to live in a forest, it felt suffocating, the thick canopies covering the sky from his view, the tall trees blocking his path. It felt weird and abnormal to the wolf who was born to travel on open lands, with the wind in his fur and grass tickling his sides. 

azzaroLost in his thoughts, it was only when his baby brother, Raezho leapt forward, trying to chase a butterfly did he wake up from his depressing thoughts. He rolled his eyes at the golden Ezok and spoke, "Opsola ornla ti tepoha nakora." A gleam of bittersweet amusement decorated his gaze, he did not elaborate on what he meant, Raezho's childish behavior or the decision to leave their fatherland. The Dotharan was not one to admit personal things easily, unless the situation called for it, or he truly thought he had done wrong. It was Drakhavo's trait, and now it was his son's.

azzaroThen a thump sounded and the Dotharan knew what it meant, it had happened many times already and the sound was already a familiar one to the two brothers. He gazed briefly into his brother's identical eyes before his ivory gaze alighted on the thin, ragged form of their last coyote slave. Azzaro could see it was close to dying and so he crouched next to it, showing a rare show of gentleness and spoke softly in a gravelly yet pleasant tone, one that was used often to lure others to sleep. "Ssifisv, rhello, loyal katima. wux tepoha served algbo." 

azzaroThe coyote blinked, spoke a few words, mostly of thanks before its soul departed, leaving its ragged body behind. Now only one slave remained, a loyal one, a captured wolf from another land.