there is no pity where there is fear

The low moan of buffalo draw his attention out toward the south. A rustling of tall grass cause his head to rise momentarily, nostrils flaring, high on alert until he sees that it is nothing but a mink with a fish between its teeth. Xurek snorts, ears turning backward with annoyance at the flightiness of the brown creatures that inhabited these rolling hills. If it were not for the quietness that surrounded him, he might have gone over to grab the mink, end its life for what little it was worth. Turning his attention back to the rest of the knolls, he sees the trees resting peacefully atop small hills where other horses grazed.

One such horse nickered in his direction. Her tone clear and confident, the calling meant for him. Xurek turns his gaze to the smaller but mighty Asa as she nears, her voice carrying across the slightly humid air. "Hniirg, fgukzo," he speaks in deep baritones, ears folding back forward and head lowering slightly to show not only did she have his attention, but his respect as well. "I query to pick your brain. Come, walk with me, bgorezik." Xurek turns to begin a slow amble along the terrain's border.

"Now that you and Uruk stand at the helm, what does that mean for the herd?" There is a plain curiosity to his flat, brutish tone. Xurek, though mostly brawn, does have some intelligence to him. He enjoys learning especially if it included fighting, war tactics, or politics. Nothing fancy or flowery would indulge his interests.

Xurek Namorn