Hoshor Plains Glide

omg I seriously thought we already had 10 posts!

Rakharo bowed his head at the maiden's words of honor. She sounded just like old Nevakko, so polite, so gentle. Rakharo's thoughts drifted back to Rhaesh Dahaan where him and his strong Khalas once ruled with an iron fist. With two strong Khasaks by his side, his own littermates, and Nevakko behind him guiding him in the right direction. Maybe here, with Lavakho and Vitihi things would be the same again, maybe they would tame this land with their strength. They surely would.

The Khal made sure to tell Vitihi where the herd and the rest of the pack was before dropping her at Laqikki's, as well as telling her as much as he knew about the land they inhabited now. He wanted to make sure every single one of his followers knew the land at perfection, and Vitihi to be comfortable. Rakharo owed a lot to her father.