Whitewater Gorge run boy run

The man had been busy scouting for recruits that would be a worthy addition of the Pakhan that he had not yet been able to find the recruit that the Pakhan himself had collected. Admittedly, there was a flare of jealousy, that the man had been selected by the leader personally. Still, he pushed it down, a hard and steely expression as he rounded the gorge. He had been running patrols opposite of the Roman and had not yet been able to make a proper introduction.
 
It was then that he saw the gigantic man. He offered a low rumble in greeting though no coherent words slipped out, eyes appraising the man. It settled his mind slightly. Ryzhov knew he was meant to be the Pakhan’s right hand man, and handle the day to day responsibilities that the leader did not need to worry about. “Your name, soldier?” He finally asked as his head tilted to the side.