Hoshor Plains The Golden Sun

The Rakh's assumptions were correct, somehow, but it wasn't a surprise to Rakharo. It was only a matter of time until he, and his Khalas felt the need to settle down for a few months, just like it was done in Rhaesh Dahaan, and a place for that needed to be fitting enough for a pack of their kind. They needed space, a lot of it, but safety for possible litters was primary, and that means distance from the herds which could be dangerous during the breeding season. All of it needed to be carefully studied before finally selecting a place.

"Ti vi okarthel... Nomeno tiamo thaczil ui hesi okarthel jaka," the golden khal barked gesturing to their vast surroundings with his muzzle. "Shar yth tir rigluin ekess ehtah vi goawy ihk wer tairais di uthwix." he explained, knowing that the Rakh probably aready knew what it was all about. Then, when Zoratto asked if there had been any advances, Rakharo looked at him with the same look he always had. "Ve noorot, shar si mi nadotir ekess wiilirk wer niarhaanin halkvri coi claxic udoka ekess vi throdenilt jusid goawy. Yth rigluin oium vur pab." he explained as he looked ahead at the copse of trees that gathered closer to the base of the mountains.