Otter Creek I Feel Something

Jaunus. He had yet to hunt any of the "large" prey that the Rhaesh Thash boasted. It was time for him to learn, just in case Rakharo did not find the bison any time soon (he was not at the point where he lost hope, but it was growing close). The young boy looked across the river, his pale eyes scanning as his nose sniffed for the deer. Ehtaha coi. He said, trotting towards the smell.