Hoshor Plains Hunting Horns

I just watched a pack of wolves chase down Bison :P

The forests, mountains, lakes, meadows they crossed were worth it in the end, for the prophecy was right and the Khal found the promised lands. Golden plains, the sea of grass that spread endlessly, it was beautiful. The wind ruffling his fur, the sky right above them and the Bison, the Dotharan's prey. This was his new home. This was were he ultimately belonged. The bitterness, restlessness  and mistrust evaporated then. He had been right to lead Raezho out of Rhaesh Dahaan, he had been right to follow the Khal in the end. The Golden Rhoa had led them home.

When Rakharo mentioned a hunt, Azzaro nearly laughed in joy. No more elk, deer or caribou. No, today they would feast on the meat of Bison, the real food of the Dotharan warriors. It had been ages since he had officially participated in the hunt for Bison, but he was sure it would be as easy as it had been in Rhaesh Dahaan, these skills never truly fade from Dotharan's minds after all. Azzaro trotted alongside Raezho and watched with calculating ivory eyes as the aspiring healer leaped forward and growled at the female then herded the slave away.

The older brother of the two noticed an unfamiliar wolf snarl at Raezho and shot him a glare. Azzaro peeled back black lips and bared his fangs at the other Dotharan, a low warning growl escaping his maw.

Then the dark furred Ezok leaped forward, watching the Bison scatter and his brother racing forward. They had hunted alongside each other before, and the warrior was glad to do so again. He followed the Khal for a moment, ivory eyes spotting an elder Bison at the back of the herd, it had a slight limp, barely detectable. Azzaro flicked his tail sideways and thrust his ears forward in the direction of the limping to signal to the Khalas what he was doing, then he leaped forward, snapping at the limping Bison's hind leg, his jaws clamped around the flesh and blood seeped into his jaws but then he jumped back and barely avoided getting kicked, a rare smile decorates his maw for a brief second before he attempts to engage once more.