Hoshor Plains Hunting Horns

The Khalas took the mighty prey down with ease after some tactful manoeuvres aiming to cut off the beast's path and sharp bites at its flanks. The moment it was separated from its herd, Rhanno knew its chances of survival were slim. It rolled its dark eyes in fear and the snorting of its laboured breaths could be heard even over the sound of the thundering hooves and panting from the wolves. He had hunted enough bison over his lifetime to know when the hunt would be successful or not. The bison should be grateful for being chosen as their very first meal within their new home.

With a reverberating sound that rivalled the thunder of a storm, their prey stumbled and fell. Rakharo had the honours of landing the final blow, something which Rhanno found himself jealous of, yet he knew he had as much chance of being the one to kill the beast as the coyote slave. He hung back, tongue lolling and chest heaving, watching as the pack descended upon the fallen bison.

Rakharo was also the first to feast, as the rightful Khal, and the elder watched with hungry eyes as he stalked closer. He, too, would wait with the others despite his rumbling stomach.