Hoshor Plains Shor Tawakof

Zoratto was weakened by Zhavvi's poisonous trick, but could not ignore the call of his Khal. Especially with such an urgent tone as that. The young wolf stood from the little den he made for himself as he recovered, and judging that he was close to full strength, he ran towards Rakharo, as fast as he could.

He was out of practice. Usually a run like that would leave him barely breathless, but now he was panting slightly. The Ezok walked over to his khal, his eyes flitting to Kivi's body. His pale eyes widened. "Who did this?" His blood was rising at the thought that some Rhaesh Thaan wolf had injured one of their own! His rage was so absolute, that he ignored Zhavvi's presence. Or at least, chose not to acknowledge her.