Hoshor Plains Hunting Horns

The adrenaline of the hunt pounded through Lavakho's veins with every heavy heartbeat. However disorganized the hunt had begun, the khalas had narrowed in on their target and closed down like a set of massive jaws around it, narrowing it's options for escape. The old bison stood no chance to make it out of the fray alive. It had been far too long since Lavakho had the chance to take down proper prey, but the time was nigh and the khalas would feast tonight.

The boy, Zoratto, had already taken a chunk of flesh from the bison before Lavakho stumbled on to the scene. Lavakho spun around it's flank and took aim at it's throat. However, he refrained from attempting to bring the bison down. Instead, he shifted his gaze to his brother and gave him a nod. This was his, and Lavakho was quick to show that he would have his back.