Hoshor Plains [j] fear feels like an act

As the Khalas grew strong in number, the Khal allowed tranquility to lead the way he did things around the Khalas. Eleven wolves guarding the herd was more than sufficient for Rakharo to feel comfortable enough to take his time to make some terrain recognition, a more than needed exploration of the land he and his Khalas now called home.

Drawing lines was first. Rakharo had made sure to clearly state that the whole land known now as Hoshor Plains was of his property marking with his strong scent every inch of soil he felt possessive of, and it was quite expansive.

The howl that echoed through the winds sounded clearly in Rakharo's location, and the message it carried was explicit enough for the Khal to know that the howler was no threat to the Khalas or the herd. It was Dotharan. And he moved toward it with quickened pace.

From the distance Rakharo noticed that the figure missed it's tail, the mark of the eunuchs that served the Dosh Khaleen back in Rhaesh Dahaan, but the rest of it was alien to him. A monochrome appearance and no Dotharan shape whatsoever, it was clearly a captive he was dealing with.

"Tir wux tepoha vi ominak, Zijahak? the Khal asked when he was within earshot, with dominant stance and gaze fixed with the servant's silver eyes. Those were strange eyes.