Hoshor Plains crimson blood

The natives. Tomahawk searched her memory banks, trying to remember what she could from when she had been here. The wolves that lived in the Teekon Wilds were much different from the Dotharan, that much was true. In fact, the Dotharan were the only wolves she had ever met that had a culture like they did. The natives, as he called them, were a dime a dozen, and few were very unique from one another. Still, she would do her best to describe them and their customs... or whatever it was he wished to know about them.

"There are many of them," she began, wondering if that was old news to him, "They do not follow the herds as the Dotharan do. They stick to one main place. And they speak using a different tongue." It was the language that Tomahawk had grown up speaking. The total immersion in Dotharan culture had forced her to learn their language quickly. It was her main job to make sure that Rakharo's words could be understood by the natives.