Greatwater Lake Under the moon

Tom's translation skills had improved significantly since she had first joined her masters in their quest. She no longer spoke every sentence with broken grammar, and her vocabulary continued to grow with each passing day. While she still wasn't quite fluent, and her accent was still thick, she could speak with clarity, and she could bounce between between the two languages with ease. Her purpose had been found, and her life with the Dotharan had become the norm. She was theirs to do with as they pleased.

When Rakharo's voice sang out for his followers, she was quick to come to him. As usual, her body sank low to the ground, and she greeted him with a whine. "Is it time, master?" she asked, tail tucked between her legs. It had been a long time coming, that much she knew. They needed to establish themselves here to ensure their rule, and Tomahawk would join them in whatever capacity they wished of her. She was here to serve.