[center][b]Plains of High Sun
2nd Horde: Courier of the Dragons[/b][/center]

Yaki looked down from his horse, the clouds were shifting widly, the ancestors where unsure. These omens certainly looked bad but he kept his composure, remembering how he was teased as a child when he grew too concerned about the Spirt Winds. With his bow in hand, he spurred his horse into action, despite it being a young one, the horse way steadfast and loyal even in the face of the greatest bears.

"Adla," Yaki waved to the War Chief of the Courier of the Dragons who was enjoying a pleasure ride from his highly ornate mount, stone armor glimmering in the sun, "Tracking deer. I excuse myself."

The middle aged man nodded, despite his wrinkles, Adla proved himself more than a capable leader. Yaki dipped his head and headed off. There was game to be hunted for the horde, a deer and a fat one at that. Surely he would be able to receive some reward, perhaps a new lance of bone to use or a new bow. He heard that the bow maker had found some wood that made for outstanding bows but only gave them to outstanding fellows.

As his head amused itself with the prospect of reward, he saw something in the distance. Curiosity exploiting his young mind, Yaki rode over and saw a someone on the ground. He jumped off his mount, his lance in hand incase it was a trap, and shuffled over to the person on the ground and poked them with the blunt end of his lance, "You, you awake? You are hurt?"