Hoshor Plains Hunting Horns

Not even a minute after the Khalas had lay their claim to the lands that Rakharo turned to them and announced their first hunt. The bison herd that had been grazing in the fields had been startled by their howl, and the thundering of hooves echoed through the plains as they took off. Rhanno watched them with hunger dancing in his dark eyes, ears pressed forward as the Khal then barked for them to follow him as he started off down the hill and into the swaying fields. He watched the rest of the group chase after him, before the elder took up the tail end, accepting he was not as fast as the younger wolves. So be it. He could at least keep them in line.

However, when the yearlings began to snap at each other, Rhanno didn't intervene, instead watching with amusement. For some reason, a golden wolf defended one of the coyote slaves after a girl snapped at it. Zoratto then retaliated — he was close to the girl then? Interesting — before a darker wolf then got in a final growl. Rhanno gave a soft chuff of a laugh to himself.

It seemed the dark, strapping male had the right idea, going after one of the bison who smelled distinctly old. It limped slightly as it jumped out of the way of the boy's jaws. Rhanno spurred into action, pumping his strong legs as he came up the other side of the injured bison, attempting to cut off it's path and steer it towards where Rakharo and the others were headed.