Hoshor Plains The Promised Paradise [Claiming Howl]

Azzaro had woken up in the early morning, before the sun had risen, when darkness still reigned. His ivory gaze watched the grass sway beside him and wished with all his heart that the promised lands were indeed here and that they need not travel for endless years until they found it. The youth was growing restless, he yearned to move and continue exploring, to discover their new home, but as a follower, he had to wait for the Khal and the rest of the Khalas to rise until they could move. He could not help but wonder if he had made the wrong choice to follow the Khal but shook the negative thought away, a vow was a vow after all.

Sighing softly, the Ezok slept once more, but he did so restlessly and fitfully, when he realized he could not sleep, he moved away from the sleeping Khalas to simply gaze at his surroundings. He did not know how much time had passed before the howl pierced through the air, the familiar voice of the Khal ringing through the morning air. Then several other familiar voices joined, the voices of his packmates, creating a beautiful harmony. When the voice of his brother joined the call, Azzaro gave in to the curiosity and ran towards the howl.

He weaved through the tree trunks expertly, paws making not a single sound on the forest floor, and then he emerged on the other side. Ivory eyes took in the scene, the Khal, his brother and several other followers. A golden sea of grass stretched on from all sides and great large beasts, Bison inhabited them. The promised lands. A rare grin spread across the youthful warrior's face, spotting his brother among the other Dotharan, he sprinted forward to greet the male with a friendly bump of his shoulder before tilting his head to the sky and allowed the sweet melody to flow from his lips, joining the voices of his Khalas.