Ra and Pack

The pack of 12 Ibizan hounds, led by Ra slowly ran into the Grassy Priarie. There was various coughs and splutters from the fumes they had just been engulfed with, but nothing too serious, a couple of bruises here and there maybe.

Ra came to a halt, and was soon joined by the pack who either sat or lay donw amoungst the various emerald blades of long grass. Ra cast a look about the skies, hoping to catch a veiw of Zhener.

Zhener

The eagle soared high above, taking in quick, deep drafts of fresh air to clear his lungs and nose of the gas. Once the pack had settled below, Zhener let his wings tuck in slightly as he shifted his sepia body earthward. Coming down in wide spirals, Zhener landed a few feet from Ra, making a better landing than he usually did. No feathers displaced this time.

Waddling up towards the dog, Zhener bobbed his head, "Glad to be avay from zhat place!" His dark, sharp eyes turned over the assembled dogs before looking back to their leader, "I've not seen a pack like you before. Just volves en big-fur dogs. Vhere you come from?"