Rising Sun Valley a lion doesn't concern himself with the opinion of a sheep

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azzaroThe Dotharan glared at his brother for a moment, asserting his dominance between the two of them. He had been the one to suggest they leave, and he had led them away, automatically assuming the spot of leader. He would not have childish Raezho grumble and challenge him, not now when his mood was in the depths of hell. Azzaro tolerated and sometimes even appreciated his brother's spirit but now was not the time. Not when they still hadn't found anything in these goddamn lands.  "Isthasy, yth tepoha sonetor hesi glom vi kear ago, feeding shafaer kwiip elk. yth re ti starving, lae wux put coi. yth geou ssifisv ihk jaka vur widegoa earenk, lae algbo lae maulk." The older of the two said sharply, though a bit wearily, something he did only when his brother was the only one around. For he trusted only Raezho, being brothers, and if he showed any weakness or admitted anything, it was only to his little brother. 

azzaro"Opsola nurti told wux ilroevi svadrav, noorot tira dask. coi tiliw tepoha coanwor asildk klewnoric ihk shio wux vucot." Azzaro smirked, but it was only there for a brief second before the stoic mask replaced it once more, and he gazed at the rushing water of the river, wondering what Drakhavo would have done if he was here now. Tell them to stay like Azzaro did? Or hunt like Raezho wanted to? Opsola ui mrith wer iski jaka, xurwk dout kurjh decisions, decisions batobot geou xurwk jacion proud. usv re wux ti jacida deevdru? The dark furred warrior chided himself internally, moving his thoughts away from Drakhavo.

azzaroThen Raezho rose, nudged him and spoke words of encouragement. Saying their home could be as far away as it liked but they would find it anyways. "Wux tepoha navnik, isthasy. shar axun, yth geou widegoa shafaer halkvri yth ehtah hesi okarthel." It wasn't often when Azzaro would take advice from Raezho, preferring to go with his own instincts and thoughts, but when he did, his brother did produce valuable advice, proving that some of Drakhavo's genes must have found its way into the golden warrior's brain. And made the dark furred Dotharan think, that perhaps having Raezho as a companion and brother was not that terrible after all.  "Coita bensvelk ekess tepoha wux tenpiswo." Azzaro admitted with a crooked smile. If his blonde brother made fun of him with those words, the robust Dotharan would not hesitate to wipe the smile off his face.

azzaroAzzaro paused then, ears pricked, keen eyes alert as a scent drifted towards him. Immediately he was on his paws, his stance one of combat though his stoic demeanor did not change, fierce eyes of chilling ivory alighted on a large golden figure, swathed in specks of copper and dark hairs, glaring at them sharply. The Dotharan was not afraid, Drakhavo had trained them better than to fear. His authoritative stance meant nothing to the Ezok, he was not of his own Khalas, therefore he was no authority to himself. 

azzaroThe two brothers had met none of the commoners in these lands, so they knew not that most spoke the common tongue. Naturally then, he spoke in his native one. Protective of both his brother and the land they were on as a nomad, he barked roughly,"Tir ti confn tikil trelkilt."