Hoshor Plains Hunting Horns

Fierce ivory eyes watched as the Khal ate, and when the go ahead was given for the Khalas to eat, the young warrior pushed and shoved through all the other Dotharan and managed to grasp a liver in his strong jaws. Quickly devouring it, Azzaro continued to eat until he had his fill, only then did he move away from the carcass and settle down on the grassy plains, on the ground of his new home. He gazed around, having just fully realized that he had a new place to call home, a place that was no longer Rhaesh Dahaan.

Dipping his proud copper crown downwards, the yearling began licking the ruffled fur on his chest, ears pricked, listening silently to the conversation going on between the Khal Rakharo and the coyote that his brother had defended. Azzaro made a mental note, making sure to remember to ask either his brother or the coyote next time he saw either of them why Raezho had defended Tomahawk from the princess.