Rising Sun Valley Entrance to Nevada

The choice to leave his wife and the female captive hadn't been a hard one to make, considering the boy he now had in tow was growing ever the more protective of young Navi. He was more pained by the fact that he had abandoned a hopeful wife for himself. When she came of age, she would be his, and he had simply walked away from that opportunity, leaving her with Eshinni to do as she pleased. But they just couldn't take the chance that the pair would rebel and overthrow their older captors. Rhanno still had bulk and strength, but he tired quickly, and Zoratto had youth on his side. They had to separate them, as much as it pained Rhanno to leave his females (though it was Navi he pined for rather than Eshinni).

Turning to his captive as he suddenly broke the silence that had settled between the two, the man's perpetual scowl deepened. He ignored him, trying instead to pick up the scent that had wavered in intensity ever since they entered this foreign country. It was the unmistakable scent of bison, something that smelt like their homeland. The wolf who carried it was male, and had company, if Rhanno's nose wasn't lying. He paused to raise his head, cracking it before glancing dismissively at Zoratto. "Si ornla thesek dout ooble, drot," he warned, canting his head slightly as if to challenge the youth.

"Tir wux ti keefum batobot?" He was, of course, referring to the scent he had been trailing, for it now wafted towards them. Faint, but recognisable. He was here.