Otatso Wetlands Let me think about it

Lavakho stood proud over his kill, blood from the mother dripped from his maw as he watched on as Zhavvi made her first successful hunt. The adrenaline of the hunt poured through his veins as his heart raced. He beamed brightly as she brought the young fawn down with a quick bite tot he neck.  Though it wasn't pretty (most first hunts aren't), she pulled though and eventually got the job done, which had come as a pleasant surprise to the quiet warrior.  Their bounty had thoroughly exceeded his expectations, as he initially planed to only take the fawn, however the failure in the plan had come with it's own silver lining... a two for one special.

The warrior was pleased to hear Zhavvi had enjoyed the hunt.  When she dragged the fawn over by Lavakho, he placed a quick lick on her forehead, inadvertently smearing the blood of the mother on her face.  "Wux tira jikael Zhav," mused the warrior with a wide grin.  "Yth tepoha aurthon ekess glom war tiamo Khalas."  Surely, tonight the Khalas would feast.  "Yth shilta sone wer sart ir jaka vur tar wer lyrik spical poktosh," he quickly added, ensuring they would get their fill themselves.  "Coi ui dout svent, wux sone irral," he finished, taking a seat next to the still bleeding corpse.