Sheepeater Cliff hate or glory

For @Tonravik

Zoratto had run off again. Though, this time Rhanno's usual nonchalance about his reoccurring disappearances became something more akin to worry. He wasn't actually worried about his captive's well-being (the boy needed some sense knocked into him, after all), he was more concerned that his scent had become mixed with those of the Khalas that they were following. He also hadn't returned despite Rhanno's repeated and demanding howls. He couldn't possibly have found the other Dotharan wolves before him.

Both anger and concern spurring him forward, the old male had abandoned his search for the Khal in favour of recapturing Zoratto — though something told him that if he found one, he would find the other.

With a deep scowl twisting his already unbecoming features, Rhanno strode towards a cliffside overlooking a steep drop, peppered with sheep along the ridges. He gazed down at them before looking up at the horizon that stretched before him, realising he had come too far. He knew the mountains were no place for the Dotharan. Which meant they were back the way he came. Rhanno's bones were weak, however, and the thought of making his way back towards the valley caused him to fall into a rough sit. He would rest here a while.