Hoshor Plains Little Boxes

@Zhavvi Crap intro is crap. Had to write it super fast :\

The great grass sea stretched before Lavakho's prone body as far as the eye could see.  The amber, windswept grass bowed and bent before the silent command of the wind, and the herds of bison roamed freely. To the untrained eye, this promised land was perfect, but to Lavakho, it was no Rhaesh Dahaan...  No, this was better.  A secure home.  With Rakharo's Khalas being the only Dotharan in the Wilds, the threat of other bands of Dotharan taking their land was minimal, and the Khalas could operate uninhibited.

However, this added security had made Lavakho lax.  The once great warrior was beginning to slip back due to an absence of practice.  Sure, hunts were one thing, but a fight between two wolves was an art.  Like a sword, a wolf can only be deadly if he is consistently sharpened.  Kivi had shown him this much when she had bested him out in the meadow. The loss had been a wake up call that Lavakho desperately needed.

But, deciding to do something and actually doing it were two different beasts in entirety.  And why do today what can be done tomorrow?  And so, Lavakho remained prone in grass, gnawing on the rib bone of a bison from a successful hunt, and waited for something interesting to happen.