Rising Sun Valley Once you have accepted your flaws, nobody can use them against you.

The childish nature of Raezho was annoying yet endearing at the sametime, and on the arduous journey, it often brought a smile to the stressed Ezok's lips, reminding him of the good old days back in Rhaesh Dahaan, where their father Drakhavo would train them in the skills of a Lajak. Firmly correcting the mistakes they made and often chastising them gently when they grew too bored to concentrate and play fought each other instead. But their father was gone now, and they were alone. They had to make all the decisions that their father once made for them, it would be hard but Azzaro was sure they would make it through.

The light in Rhello, the coyote slave's eyes dimmed and vanished entirely, dead. Deciding that they weren't just going to leave it behind for the scavengers to eat, Azzaro grabbed Rhello's scruff and dragged it into a nearby abandoned badger den where he pushed the body inside. Finding a rock, he rolled it over the den and kicked earth over it. It was not a burial, the Ezok simply wished to preserve the body for sometime as respect for the slave's loyalties, in the end, he would still be eaten.

"Yth tepoha ekess nakta gethrisjir," Azzaro said firmly, eyes landing first on his brother then on the last slave they had, a male captive wolf named Edavro.