Raschen breathed in slowly, finding the scent of charcoals and spices. They were not alone in this mountain pass. Raschen had quickly learned to trust noone, especially until they could be certain that they were out of reach of the east Warren. The protective feline slowly sat his little ones down beside their mother. He knew she would be a far more vicious guardian than he, should the camp be hostile.<br/><br/>"Stay with mother, I will return soon" he.whispered softly to his cubs, scratching the twins' ears gently before he nodded to Jax who followed him, a swift paw hovering over a dagger at his hip.<br/><br/>Raschen had learned to use his abilities for stealth in the time they'd spent in the mountains, his usually heavy steps silent as his paws had disolved quietly into the soil beneath them. The only sound was comparable to the echoes of dust in the wind. He had learned from Jax to calm and quiet his breath to avoid those with keener hearing than his own. Silence had become important in maintaining the safety of their livelyhood these days.<br/><br/>The pungent aroma of roasted vegetables and salt met the feline's nose first. whoever slept in this camp was vegetarian. This eliminated much of the possible threat but knowing Hase like Jax, Raschen knew better than to count them out. He rose a pawtip to his muzzle to signal silence as they skulked beneath the brush and branches, peering into the camp. The first sight was the firepit, over the molten embers hung a black pot, vegetables and potent herbs stewing within. This was innocent enough though Raschen remained alert. His keen nightvision searched for signs of life, falling on the rustling entrance of a tent. He could feel Jax move and was quick to hault his paw with his own. It was best to wait and see; not to simply strike from the darkness.<br/><br/>First into sight was the shining tips of long bevelled horns, and then the bobbing curls of a shoulder length black mane. Calm grey eyes rested on the pot as large, strong hands took up a satchel of herbs. Thick, widely curved hips swayed in a motion that to any male, even in the dark spoke female. She stood higher than Raschen, her flesh heavy but filled beneath with mountains of raw strength.<br/><br/>Raschen's worries were lifted when he spotted a familiar face in the glow of the fire, smiling to Jax and whispering. "bring the others" before he simple backed out of the brush and walked past into the camp.<br/><br/>His ear flicked to the sound of Jax slipping away and he smiled when the woman noticed him, her own short muzzle spreading to a smile and the golden ring that hung from her nose wobbled from her happy grunt.<br/><br/>"Raschen ...so now I know the source of those rumblings. The chief will be glad to know it was just the eastern Sheriff visiting. " came the gentle but heavy voice of the woman. She was high priestess of the Ochsen and daughter of their chief. They were the creatures descended from ths Bison that once roamed the plains before they became the warren. In recent decades the fields had slowly returned their golden hue, albeit dull from their original selves in the time before.<br/><br/>Raschen smiled, having to look up near vertically to look into her face, only standing at her midsection even with his impressive height. "It is good to see you again, Ituha.." he spoke softly. "I have not seen you since I could look you in the eye. You very much earn the name your mother bestowed you."<br/><br/>He noted the many colourful beads in Ituha's mane and the familiar staff that leaned against her tent. It seemed she had taken up her mothers place as priestess. "You return from your vision quest then? " he spoke knowingly of their customs, this being the only true reason he could find for her to be so far from her tribe and so deep in the mountain pass.<br/><br/>He could hear the group joining them in the small camp and he felt an odd heat at his back before his ear flicked at a distinctive hushed hiss when Taryn saw him standing alone with the high standing; heavily curved female.