Hoshor Plains Shadows Whisper An Angel's Prayer

Much like his little brother, Azzaro was an explorer and had a wanderer's heart. However, he did not act like a whining baby unlike Raezho and kept his interest in adventures behind a stoic mask that was placed firmly over his features. When the hunt was over, the Dotharan had raced through the plains until his legs grew tired and he had to stop. It felt brilliant to be back underneath the sky once more, with the wind in his fur and the tall golden grass tickling his flanks. He almost saw his father trotting towards him through the grass but when he blinked, the image vanished.

Then a howl rang through the air and Azzaro pricked his dark tipped ears and made his way towards the source, pushing all thoughts of Rhaesh Dahaan and his father out of his mind. This was the start of a new life, and Drakhavo would not want his son dwelling in the past. Ivory eyes spotted a brown furred wolfess barking at a mother and two calves, attempting to herd them back towards the main herd. The Ezok slipped forward silently until he too was in front of the Bison and beside her.

"Wer ominak ui|ulph azzaro, svabol douta?" he asked her before he too, uttered a sound that was between a growl and a bark at the Bison.