Hoshor Plains The Golden Sun

He allowed a little smile to alit on his face. He was excited, both for his training and having a place for the Dotharan to come back to.

And then they found it. It was green-gold, glittering hills with trees, tall and thick. He blinked in awe, his mouth agape. He would love living here. To run through this hilly land watching the pups of the pack grow, protecting them, teaching them how to hunt. He nodded in agreement. It was.

He trotted over to the stream, lapping at the water. It was sweet. He had never tasted sweet water! His tail wagged slightly and he ran back to his Khal, following him into the pack's new home within a home.