Otatso Wetlands Let me think about it

Zhavvi's jump into him took the warrior by surprise, making him stagger to the side with a dopey grin.  "Affa Zhavvi," the warrior gently whispered, placing his paw lightly on her muzzle.  "Yth tir ti tuor ekess wintektor coi mojka."  Lavakho prided himself in his performance on the hunt, and to lose a kill after tracking it for so long, after getting so close, would have been a grave disappointment. Infuriating even.  Like an insult to his abilities. However, Lavakho knew Zhavvi had little experience with hunting big game, so he didn't hold it against her, but one learns by doing, and now was as good a time as any.

"Thric maulk ui drivir," he returned with a lopsided grin, "Turalisj usv sart."  No matter the size of the game, Lavakho always respected the nuance of the hunt.  His simple mind just clicked with it for some odd reason. Nature's complexities just made sense.  Lavakho made a quick motion with his head for Zhavvi to follow him and the trail of hoof-prints as he began to walk quietly in the direction of his prey.