Hoshor Plains Does not compute

fade with one more post from you? ;)

Zoratto was quick to agree, which drew a somewhat amused smirk from the aspiring warrior. "Are you beginning to acquire the Azzaro disease?" he teased the boy, playfully shoving at the other boy as he did so. "You know...the disease where you have to be by my side or you'll fall down and die?" While the Drakhavosi was usually an aloof and stoic wolf, he could be playful when he was around those he liked, and he could also be extremely sarcastic, a trait that had been passed down from his mother to both brothers.

"Sure, why not?" Azzaro glanced at his surroundings, ivory eyes fierce and bright, full of the fiery light of life that only true Dotharan wolves had. "I welcome any fresh meat....." with a brief flare of his nostrils, he caught the location of where a herd of those 'fast deer' were. "C'mon, Zoratto. Or are you going to be slower than me...?" with a laugh, Azzaro began running towards where the herd was, giving all his best.

This day was going well indeed.