Hoshor Plains The Golden Sun

As they followed the river, the landscape around them changed. The golden grass of the plains gave way to a greener variety. Different kinds of plants sprouted up from the ground, plants that Zoratto had not seen before. The land rose and fell, and trees reached for the sky, silhouetted by the mountains in the background. The young wolf was proud that his assumptions were correct, that the Rhoa had heeded to his prayer. He stopped himself from running ahead for now, instead waiting for Rakharo to give an order.

The river bent, and parted to surround a tall and wide rocky island. He hadn't seen a rock structure like that before, which prompted the young male to observe it curiously. He wondered if it had any meaning or significance, but he was no crone. Perhaps Laqikki would know. His musing was disturbed by his khal, and he swiveled his head to meet his gaze. Si mi krathin jaka, Khal Rakharo. He was not yet a year old, but he knew he was ready for the chance to fight. He had to learn as soon as possible, if he wanted to protect his khalas.