Hoshor Plains The Promised Paradise [Claiming Howl]

Unlike the others, who seemed restless with the seemingly never-ending goose chase the Khal had led them on, Rhanno was content with lazing in the clearing they had chosen for the night. He had only just began to follow the Khalas, and had not yet grew weary of the Khal's continued promise that they would find the great golden plains that would be their new home. Which didn't mean he was still not sceptical of Rakharo and his claims. So far, all he had seen were mountains and waterfalls and dewy grass — a far cry from the lands the Dotharan had grown accustomed to.

Still, the man was happy enough that his nose had not failed him, that he had found the source of the scent he and his captive had seemingly followed for weeks. Rhanno's eyes snapped open at the thought, searching for Zoratto as he fully awoke from his rest. In the dim light of morning, coupled with a shroud of fog that hovered just above the ground, it was hard to make out who was who. The elder narrowed his eyes as a commanding yet excited bark echoed from the forest, quickly followed by the sound of eager footfalls splashing through the river as a few of the figures scrambled to their feet to follow after the Khal. Curious, he watched them disappear into the forest before pulling himself to his own paws, shaking out his pelt and beginning to pad after the younger wolves.

The sight and the sounds that met him as he neared the rest of the group sent his heart pounding and, in a rare display, his tail began to wave feverishly. He was not an emotional wolf, but as he soaked in the sight of the tall, golden grasses swaying before them, he felt something stir in his chest. The hunched, unmistakable brown figures of bison herds dotted the fields, a dome of the clearest blue enveloping the area, with mountains standing sentinel, forever watching over the golden fields. Here, they would make their claim.

As Rakharo's howl echoed around the plains, joined by his loyal companions, Rhanno loped towards them, the sunlight hitting the tips of his tufted ears before encompassing his white face as he pulled up beside the group. He regarded their new home a few moments longer before adding his own voice to their claiming howl, a long drawn out song that let the world know that this land now belonged to the Dotharan.