As of late, the large male slept. Having been on such a high to fight others and increase his skills. Khranbari was forced to rest in order for injuries to heal. His neck still stung from where the woman got a nice grip onto. Right frontal leg ached every time he stepped. The back left could be walked on; but, barely. He knew the moment he was healed he’d return to answer the many calls which rang over the lands. Rather pack or stranger. The Raitas needed to grow stronger. Faster. Becoming soft was not an option.
So when a howl shifted winds he took everything for Khran not to ignore it. This one sounded as if there was no room left to deny such a request. Pulling his body from the furs, teeth clenching when a sharp pull of oxygen whistled through them, he made his way to where the falls fell. Their never ending music greeting him once he came into view.
There, just a little ways off, he saw someone. Much larger than he. Muscles protruding through taunt fur. He said nothing as he limped closer. Analyzing the situation with an observant silence. Only raising a brow and struggling to maintain his stance against the agonizing pain. He refused to show some stranger that he was weakened incase things went south.
