Hoshor Plains Does not compute

Azzaro had a heart of a wanderer, an explorer, but he rarely ventured away from Hoshor Plains since they had made it their new home. A few times he had left the Khalas but he always returned before too long and made sure not to trouble the natives with chasing him away from their lands. They were idiots in his eyes, make no mistake, he did not think them weak but he didn't think very highly of them either. Once his wanderlust was fulfilled, the aspiring Lajak went home to spar, to patrol, to guard once more. It was his home, and it was his duty to be there and protect those within, not be off in some strange land challenging the natives.

Guarding the Bison was arduous work for the yearling for it meant he had to stay still and simply watch, boring work, made for slaves and older useless wolves, not for a warrior. But he still stayed and did his duty until his watch was over and then he would go for a spar or some border patrols. That day, Azzaro had been returning from a small hunt of rabbits when he saw one of the wolves he hadn't truly gotten acquainted to yet. Letting out a soft chuff to announce his presence, the ivory eyed male trotted forward with his tail high behind him. He was the third highest ranking wolf in the pack after all, what use was rank if he didn't acknowledge it himself.