Wapun Meadow Running away will never make you free

@Zoratto Sorry for making you wait Ali! I've been slow on posts this week :s

indentToo long had the Khalas stayed idle in the valley, and it was time to move. Rakharo made the Khalas rise at an early hour two days or three ago, and until that moment, they hadn't stopped walking. Mountains came and went, one after the other, but just when Rakharo was about to give up, an open field appeared behind one of those damned mountains. It wasn't anything like Rhaesh Dahaan, but Rakharo had never expected to find that. All he needed was a herd, or at least a field where the sky wasn't hidden behind thick canopies. The colors abounded there, and the mountains at its back, although high, didn't interfere with the flat terrain. But there was one thing missing.

indentThe bison were a crucial piece for the Dotharan to feel comfortable in a place, and for too long, they had craved comfort. Elk were becoming more and more annoying, and the occasional moose, although a challenge, wasn't satisfactory enough. They needed the great herds, and Wapun Meadow didn't have that. It would only do as a temporary settlement, but no more.

indentRakharo told the Khalas to recognize the area, find a source of water and find a good place to spend a couple nights. The small herd of deer that inhabited the place would be the best to feed the group for a while, but soon enough they would have to leave again.

indentThe Khal himself departed the meeting place for recognition of the territory, and he was crossing the flowery field when the scent of a young male drifted to him. Was the meadow claimed? He quickened his pace to find the source, and soon enough, the Golden Khal tracked down the Rakh whose the scent belonged to. A wolf too young to be a loner, Rakharo considered, which meant that he probably wasn't alone at all.

indentRakharo moved closer to the male, making sure he noticed his presence by barking a greeting. With his tail held high, and peaceful expression, the golden Khal addressed the young adventurer. "Tir wux ossalur loaw, Rakh?" asked Rakharo with calmness. There was no reason to feel threatened by such a weakling.