Hoshor Plains Running at my side

Apart from slinking off with the slave girl and spending time with Zhavvi, Lavakho had made himself sparse within the Khalas. Intead, he spent most of his time following the herds of Rhoa, tracking their movements and attempting to predict where they were heading, only to briefly report his findings to his brother before setting off again. He was accumulating secrets by the handful and staying away from his brother made it easy, but at the same time it broke his carefully guarded heart. But after weeks of near solitude, Lavakho seeked his brother and Khal out.

He returned from following the herd with the intention of filling his brother in, but this time he intended to stick around awhile and possibly get some much needed bro time. His brother stood perched on a hillock, giving him the high ground on the plains, and Lavakho made his approach from behind. "Brother!" He shouted from across the great grass sea, hoping to grab his attention.

"The Rhoa head east, we should follow," he began. Lavakho motioned to the gloomy sky above with his muzzle. "With the wind comes rain. They know."