Wapun Meadow Snow In Spring

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     The Khalas was growing in number, day by day.  Has-beens and refugees of Rhaesh Dahaan had all converged into a powerful mass of savages, bounding their way westward with confidence in the hopes to find a claim to sustain them.  A proper pack needed numbers, however, Lavakho wasn't exactly keen on the whole ordeal.  Although, he understood that the Khalas would need to grow to survive, the new recruits had essentially taken his brother, Rakharo, away from him as he devoted his time to leadership.  To say the least, Lavakho missed him, or at least the tight familial unit that the trio had became... however, his absence certainly made it easier to keep his affair with Zhavvi under wraps.

     The warm, spring sun beat down on the quiet warrior's back as he wandered away from the makeshift camp in the valley, in the hopes to find some game.  Lavakho had spent most of his time hunting as the Khalas grew.  Being a man of few words, it allowed him to have an excuse to not socialize with the newbies... which he had still refused to talk to, even after weeks of wandering together.  Only family had that privilege, if you could call it one.

He prowled through the meadow with a hurried pace, twitching nose pressed to the ground in order to pick up the trail of any passing animal to track.  But there was nothing.  Nothing but the aroma of the flowers.  Lavakho lifted his head from the dirt to look across the meadow.  One of Rakharo's newbies stood several yards away.  The quiet warrior cursed under his breath, she was far too close to avoid at this point.  Lavakho approached the female with his tail held high and proud, he was brother of the Khal and all.  He gave the female a quick and deep grunt as greeting, opting against wordy introductions.