Rising Sun Valley Entrance to Nevada

The boy had gall, he had to give him that much. Though, bravery and wit only got one so far if they hadn't the power behind them and, judging by his captive's size, he needed a lot more than his sharp tongue if he was to make anything of himself. Not that Rhanno believed he had any lofty ambitions besides trying to get away from him (and protect his oh so beloved Navi). He wasn't even sure what he would do with the boy. He fancied grooming him to be a slave, but the coyotes were fine enough for the job; they were weak in mind and body, eager to please so long as they were fed. Zoratto had already near reached Rhanno's height. He had to ensure he didn't underestimate him and make the same mistake as he did Tihollo.

He was tempted to cuff the boy over the back of the head for his cheek but decided it wasn't worth the energy, instead steeling his gaze and pushing onwards. If anything, they were bound to come across something to eat soon — these plains seemed to stretch on forever. Bison, however, seemed to be off the table. "Juanth scents re ti nomeno versvesh," he murmured, partly to himself. Though an inkling of doubt began to seep into his mind, wondering if they really would find these elusive Khalas. He discarded the thought with a rough shake of his head. There were some sense to Zoratto's words, but he was vexed that the boy doubted his own common sense. The Dotharan had a connection to the bison that went back generations. Rhanno wasn't a spiritual man but he respected tradition and the ways of their culture. Of course they wouldn't find Khalas if there were no bison. "Tir ti wux siofme vucoti batobot, drot?" he shot back with a hint of a snarl, casting a half glance Zoratto's way. He paused for a moment before fixing his eyes onto the towering mountains in the distance.

"Besides, tangis sjek yth tir ti ehtah nomenoi khalas," he began. "Svabol xurwkic wux siofme si geou notform sia kurjh."