Hoshor Plains Shor Tawakof

Azzaro had been watching the Bison for what felt like months, all he did was sit there — sometimes he stood and paced — and stare at the beasts until his eyes watered and he needed to blink. While the senior wolves, the older ones who were no longer in their prime were content to just laze about, the aspiring Lajak simply could not bear it. He did his duties whenever it was needed, but otherwise, Azzaro decided, he would go and explore, or perhaps go on Athozerak duties. Even mindlessly patrolling was more interesting.

Remind me again, why did I sign up for this life? This life without raids and battles? I thought this was a Dotharan Khalas for Rhoa's sake, Azzaro grumbled to himself mentally.

When the urgent howl rang through the air, the Dotharan was more than glad to leap onto creamy paws and dash away from his guarding duties to where Rakharo was. He was fast, for such a stocky wolf, but it was natural that two wolves had arrived before him. One was the Khalakka, the daughter of Rakharo and the other was a wolf he hadn't talked to yet. Zoratto was it?

Those thoughts left his head when Azzaro's fierce ivory eyes settled upon the form of Kivi, he remained stoic though inside he was boiling with anger. He had actually liked the girl, she had the spirit of a true Lajakeesi. But surely, she had done something to deserve this fate, she could have provoked a pack or something. Nevertheless, he was furious, though he did well to conceal it under a stoic and concerned mask.