Rising Sun Valley Entrance to Nevada

The boy ran ahead on his long, quick legs after his biting retort, but Rhanno made no move to chase after him, knowing full well he couldn't really get too far from him. It wasn't that he would be able to catch him — as much as it pained him to admit, he was old and slow and was barely able to chase after even the slowest of rabbits — but the lands stretched on endlessly and Zoratto was an easily seen speck of silver amongst the greens and browns. Rhanno had become quite familiar with his scent, too, and would have no trouble finding him if he were to sum up the courage to actually run off.

As expected, the boy did indeed stop and turn to wait for Rhanno, who easily made his way towards him with purposefully slow, calculated steps. He kept his gaze upon the mountains, his lips only twitching slightly as the boy laughed. He allowed him to speak some more, further doubting his assumptions about the Khalas, even questioning if they spoke their tongue. Rhanno silently continued walking a few more moments before he suddenly spun on his heel and lunged at his irritating captive, aiming to press him against the ground with his bared teeth inches from his throat.

"Wux forget, drot," he rumbled, orange eyes dancing with fury and ambition, staring straight into Zoratto's own green and grey mix. "Svanoa si earned wux. Josso vur jacida kaldakai wielga zyak easily — si lamitha sventir jacion — lae si geou lamith sventir tikil lyrik svaust stands persvek sia idol." He let the boy draw his own conclusions from that, before stepping off him and backing away, eyes trained upon him should he fight back.