Phantom Hollow void

The bison led Lavakho south to the fringes of the plains and away from the rest of the Khalasar.  Keeping tabs on the traveling herds had become his primary duty, (other than protecting the Khal, of course.) Their movement had been strange, and Lavakho found it odd that the Rhoa had led him so far through the territory to cluster and bunch where the plains met forest, like an invisible force had pushed them into a barrier. It would certainly be important information to bring back to brother, even though he had no idea what their movements could possibly mean.  Perhaps Vitihi would know; omens were more her thing anyway.  

He watched in silence as more piled in against the tree-line. Curious indeed. Nevertheless, no matter how long he watched, nothing changed but the number of bison.  A small band had grown into a herd of around twenty strong.  Too many to piss off.  Lavakho peeled away and slunk underneath the cover of forest canopy and the scent of one of their own stole his attention away from the herd's odd behavior.  Rhanno?  He traveled in it's direction through brush and bramble as silently as a man of his stature could, but his heavy footfalls would likely give him away due to the sound of the snapping twig beneath one of his forepaws.