Wapun Meadow Running away will never make you free

"My name is Zoratto ki Remekhosi." He said, wondering if Rakharo knew the name. His father was not much of a raider, but he was a warrior to be reckoned with when his blood was up. He had seen that many times before he was captured, and he had no idea if his father's blood still pumped through his veins. It would be a long time before he would know.

"I am fast, and I can run for miles before I tire." He said, exaggerating just a tiny bit about his stamina. "I have yet to start my warrior training, but I am a good hunter already. I'm sure you need someone like that." He had no idea of how large or small this khalas was, but he was leaning mostly towards the latter, judging by the golden warrior's smell. "I don't seem to know your name either." He was bold, but he wondered if the male would respect that in him.