Greatwater Lake Under the moon

there's this one

azzaroAzzaro had kept busy by hunting, the deer, elk and caribou fulfilled his hunger but did not satisfy his thirst for a real hunt of Bison and a real feast of meat. Hunting was similar to fighting in its own way the strategies and tactics involved sharpened the brain and the exercises needed for taking down large prey was enough to keep him in shape. But day by day, Azzaro longed for the tall grass brushing his flanks and the sky above his head, the wind ruffling his sleek agouti fur and Bison. Oh, how he longed for Bison.

azzaroRakharo talked about the promised lands to his Khalas but so far, the Khal had led them absolutely no where. Just tall, suffocating mountains and forests. Weak, small, puny prey. There had been no plains nor bison wherever they went and Azzaro could not help but wonder, simply wonder if he would have found his home if he had chosen to go his own way instead. Perhaps if the Dotharan had chosen to leave with his brother that day in the meadow instead of pledging himself to Rakharo, perhaps he had found bison and moors already.

azzaroBut Azzaro was true to his word and was no traitor whatsoever, true loyalty ran through the muscular warrior's veins and so he followed the older Dotharan wherever he went. Raezho seemed to have no problem following orders, typical of his little brother, the curiousity of their mother ran through his blonde brother's veins while the fierceness, loyalty and leadership skills of their father ran through his own.

azzaroHe hardly ever saw Raezho now, for the aspiring healer had gone to search for plants. Not that he had a problem with the arrogant toad gone. Today, Azzaro had found the scat of a deer and was tracking it when a howl pierced through the air, the howl of his leader. Followed by the voices of the Khal's brother and his aspiring healer of a brother. For a moment, the Ezok doubted his decision to follow, wondering if he should slip away and find the promised lands on his own without his brother.

azzaroBut a pledge was a pledge and loyalty was loyalty. Throwing his muzzle back, the ivory eyes of the Ezok met the cloudy sky as he howled, joining his voice with the others of his kind.