Yaalk'ali continued his run. His speed never relenting. The pounding of hooves made the ground shake under his footing. A pulsing which he bound with, propelling him up and foward with the deer it was as though he were a pretty prancing doe his very self.
They ran and ran, the herd breaking into smaller divisions and separating so that the wolves would be forced to choose which group to continue their chase with. Yaalk'ali chose at random, for his goal was not the does. At some point once they were far enough, he would stop and turn around to assist the others with the take down on their intended target.

"speaking common" - "speaking lanzadoii"

