Look Alive, Sunshine

Walking through the burned grass was depressing. All for what Rakharo had worked so hard to claim was destroyed by the fire, and even after weeks since the strom, the land seemed life-less. Rakharo hoped that new life would sprout soon, but with the arrival of autumn so soon and winter afterwards he knew that he wouldn't see his golden sea again for several months.

Perhaps his pack's recent growth meant that things would start getting better soon. Two new wolves had joined his ranks, and although they would need training, Rakharo could already feel that his Khalas was gaining strength again.

Some herds had moved closer to the morning camp. Rakharo had tracked them down not too far away just a few days ago, and was now working on gathering them to have something to hunt again. But a howl interrupted his herding work, and he instructed the rest of the wolves to keep working while he attended the call.

A light wolf was sitting comfortably at Hoshor Plains' frontiers which made the Khal suspicious, and not very pleased. He troted towards the wolf and halted to a stop almost upon him to sniff around and make a recognition. And then he marked his territory close to him. Warm urine odor with Rakharo's trade mark flooded the area.

My land.

This time he had not brought his translator as usual, so he would have to do the talking.

"Talk," he said coarsely and with a thick accent.