Hoshor Plains The Golden Sun

The boy stood by his Khal's side, eyes roaming across the landscape in search of anything; bison, other wolves, a place to call home, sanctuary. "Vi okarthel ihk wer khalas." He said, confidence in his tone. That was one of the most important things a khalas needed, besides flat plains and a herd of bison. With that, their claim on this land would be absolute, and they could finally be a true khalas.

"Tepoha wux ehtaha tikil bensvelk spots sjerit? Si tepoha ti ocuirtor kiarf." That was mainly because he spent so much time guarding Zhavvi that he could hardly pursue his goal to become a Daheshak. But today, he was finally going to have the chance to see the territory fully, with his Khal, no less.