Hoshor Plains The Golden Sun

"Athdavrazar," the Khal said with peaceful enthusiasm, "Yth geou tlush mrith dout kemir huena yth re ordaha". Rakharo expected that to be the day he found a good place for the mothers and pups to have peace during the months of need, and so far it seemed like they were on the right way.

The creek opened way to a place where the trees were taller and more closer to eachother than the plains. The grass, although shorter and more alive with greener coloration, was still a rich golden shade, propper of the Hoshor Plains. The hills started cluttering as the path grew closer to the base of the rocky mountain, bordered by a thick treeline. Maybe this was the place, maybe they didn't need it to be more perfect than this. The creek was close enough to have a constant influx of water and the slopes, all of them conviniently facing the south, gave the perfect location to dig spacious dens that would one day see the birth of the new generation of Dotharan warriors.

"Nomeno ui wer goawy..." the Khal said looking at his surroundings with pleasure. There, he left the creek to walk on into the place he was about to chose as his main settlement and the new Kraza Dothar.

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