Wapun Meadow Running away will never make you free

This khal, or ko perhaps, was cold and distant. Zoratto was not sure if he liked that; his father and his khal were very fatherly in nature and protected their khalas with the warmth that a father had to his children. Even Josso, his half-sister Aheshi's mate, was one for peace rather than war. But that had led to Josso's, and perhaps even Aheshi's death. But the young boy with the roaring voice did not mind having a cold, ruthless khal for once. Those khals were strong; they lasted. He would have joined Tihollo's khalas had he not been exiled with Rhanno, Eshinni and Navi.

Si zulf jacion spical ini vi pond. Si mi scouting. He answered. Rhanno ehtaha dout gazziz, shar si siofme jaci tepohaic sil vi ricin ekess clax svern vi khalas jaciar. The boy smirked, knowing that the golden warrior would find it a ridiculous notion. A wolf as old as Rhanno would stand no chance against him. He decided to tell the golden warrior, in order to "warn" him of Rhanno's intent. Zoratto had no love for the old man, and would gladly see his further spiral into darkness, even death. But he would prefer to have Rhanno's blood on his own jaws.