Hoshor Plains Hunting Horns

Right after they had claimed the lands, Rakharo had already gathered them, ready to hunt for bison. Raezho was grinning the entire time. His body yearned for bison, and he was ready to hunt. Right after Rakharo said they were going to hunt, he watched as a slender female wolf, began to walk forward. Tomahawk said announcing that Rakharo would like to hunt. Raezho grinned at her. The coyote had been teaching him bits and phrases of the new language. She was also a pretty good companion to help him carry herbs.

So when the female wolf rudely shoved Tomahawk out of the way, biting her, Raezho felt fury rush through him. He leaped forward, not caring if the other wolf saw badly of him. His growled, herding Tomahawk away, or "hawk" as he like to call her. He shot a reassuring smile at her, before leaping forward, adrenaline pulsing through him. Soon, the view of Rakharo came to sight, along with the wolfess running along side him. The golden blond warrior pushed himself forward, propelling himself toward them, gaining on them.

He knew he could overtake them. He knew he could with almost ease. But he hadn't earn his place yet. A growl erupted from the back of his throat, as he slowed down his pace. Up ahead, he watched as the bison began to scatter. An idea began to weave itself into his mind. He glanced at the three running in front of him, before veering away, overtaking them and cutting across the bison line, herding them back. One rather large one tried to push past, but he nipped at it's heels and sent it flying back. If Rakharo questioned him for overtaking him, he might as well use the bison as an excuse.

No offence Mar, I just felt like Raezho would do that