Wapun Meadow Running away will never make you free

He was right, the man was indeed a khal, and of his own homeland. The young boy was curious how this man's khalas got to this bison-less land, but it was not a question for now. Zoratto smirked back at the khal, pleased that he finally had a place somewhere, where he could be free. No longer would he be Rhanno's slave, he would be a warrior of his own right, and have his own slaves.

"I pledge my life to you and your khalas. Your enemies are my enemies, and I will hunt with you until the day I die." And he was certain of that. He could not dream of returning to Rhaesh Dahaan, not now. He did not know where to start in the golden plains, who he would go to. Here was his home now, like it or not.