Rising Sun Valley Entrance to Nevada

The youth's further questions were dismissed by the older wolf, who was more focused on finding a solid trail they could follow. He wasn't an adventurous type, and truthfully found scouting out new lands a little daunting. Social dominance and physical prowess he enjoyed and had mastered. Navigation, not so much. He hoped to find this unknown wolf soon, eager to know what a khal was doing so far from the plains. It wasn't unheard of for them to split and form their own ranks to claim new territories (oh, how Rhanno knew all about that), but they were bison herders — and he saw no bison around here.

A khal? Zoratto's comment received a simple grunt in reply, before Rhanno paused and lifted his head into the breeze. A mixture of scents then hit him, all foreign and different and strange. He had half a mind to just turn and head back to the plains, but he quickly reminded himself why he had left in the first place. There was also the possibility that there were already Khalas here. The very thought brought a determined spark to the man's eye; hope that perhaps he had another shot at becoming a khal once again. His pride had taken a beating after Tihollo took his throne, but his ambitions were still high. "Sjek yth ehtah khalas," he rumbled, fixing Zoratto in his gaze. "Si mi ekess tir wer ukrisir." He couldn't have his own captive messing up his chances.