Otatso Wetlands Let me think about it

Lavakho turned in place at the sound of her huff of disapproval, obviously the little princess didn't get what she wanted and her attitude certainly showed it.  If she had been any other wolf, the warrior would have laid her out and shown her the true meaning of respect.  However, Zhavvi was a special case.  "Achthend irral, diwhaf poktosh," he breathed softly as he tried to keep his voice down.  He concluded his statement with a wink, as if to tell Zhavvi that her advances were still welcome.

"Coi ui trelk. Si nakta hawg wer donoap persvek wer pab, shar si shilta keefum coi," said the warrior.  In this terrain, the deer would have had trouble moving fast in the swamp-like conditions, or really moving at all.  Though Lavakho wasn't particularly fond of the water, he had this advantage on his side.  The scent of the deer in the area had grown relatively strong and Lavakho nodded to Zhavvi to keep moving.  "Ihk jaka, filki wiilirk ve."