Hoshor Plains The Promised Paradise [Claiming Howl]

Kivi was awake and sitting by a tree, watching as the morning dew clung to grass. She was ready to leave again setting off to search for the plains she, and everyone else do desperately wanted to discover. While the rest of the Khalas were asleep Kivi stood and began to leave the area where they had been taking shelter. A traveler woke early in the morning just as the sun rose to shine in the sky, and went to sleep when the moon was glowing and the nocturnal creatures came out to play. A deep breath in....wait.

The scent in the air was different from those every other morning. It smelt of home, of, of.... Out of nowhere a bark cried out for the Khalas, and Kivi looked towards the lake to see the same silhouette figure she had spotted a few nights prior to today. Rakharo. What was going on? Was he in danger? The wolfess started trotting toward him curious what her Khal had called for, but he broke out into a sprint before she could reach him. She waisted no time in running after her leader, and due to her natural gift of speed and her training over the years she quickly caught up to him.

It was then the female was blinded by the most glorious sight she had ever seen. Bison...that was what she had smelt in the air. A sea of golden grass dancing in the wind. It was perfect. Kivi looked towards Rakharo as he lifted his muzzle to claim this land. The female let a few moments pass by before joining in with her Khal, letting her song be heard by all those around her.