Greatwater Lake Under the moon

When his eyes were not on Zhavvi, he was running across the plains, tracking and scouting for the khal. He had made himself useful in this aspect; he was fast, with seemingly limitless stamina, along with a deep, booming voice that carried easily through the land to send messages to his khal. Rakharo had a similar trait, being older of course, which he displayed now as Zoratto was exiting one of the nearby forests close to the khalas.

Zoratto's silver ears caught the sound and triangulated Rakharo's position. When he finally had a rough idea of where his new khalas was, the young male tipped his head back and answered Rakharo's deep call with his own. He would return for the night, and sleep close to his Khaleesi before going to scout again in the morning after training with Rakharo. It was a tiring schedule, sure, but it was making the young man stronger everyday. And he needed to be strong, to get rid of a certain old man.