Hoshor Plains Hunting Horns

And already we are creating tension. :D

Zoratto was close to Zhavvi as she joined her father in the call, and close enough to hear her father's words as he commanded his khalas. As a khal should. This journey was much longer for Rakharo, his brother and his daughter than the rest of them. He wasted no time in reaping in the bounties of such a long, hard travel.

He shadowed her as she brushed past the slave towards the khal, and paused when another golden wolf snarled at her, herding the slave away. Zoratto echoed the male, already noticing that his voice was significantly deeper, shooting him a cold glare with his pale eyes, before he leapt into the fray, following the golden khal.

The young boy had never hunted bison before. He had seen it happen, but never before was he a part of it. It spoke to him in a way that he had not felt before when hunting other beasts. The ground shook hard as they ran, and the bison towered over them. For a moment he was intimidated, but he quickly pushed the feeling away; they were Dotharan. Bison were their prey.