Hoping to use this for gamekeeper
Kivi had come to a creek to rest after going on another one of her adventures. It was a nice and relaxing day and the sun was beating down on the female. Kivi layed on the ground and rolled over onto her side, sunbathing and enjoying the heat. She would ever so often get up and go take a drink, but for the most part she just enjoyed the nice weather. It was awkward for Kivi to just be relaxing and the female yawned of boredom.
The wolfess stood and stretched before sitting down. She took a deep breath and attempted to catch the scent of any possible prey nearby. Kivi wasn't hungry, but she needed to do something instead of just lying around. A breeze blew by, betraying an injured deer. It seemed Kivi was always in the right place at the right time when it comes to hunting.
He was right when he thought this khalas was small. In a few days, he knew the names, appearance, and scents of nearly everyone in the khalas, even the slaves. In fact, the slaves ran in fear of him ever since he killed that one female for the Khalak- excuse him, Khaleesi. He enjoyed the respect somewhat, but he would prefer the respect of the Dotharan more.
The young bodyguard had been relieved of his duties for the day, and decided to take the time to go to one of the streams to cool off. It was getting hot, even though spring was not close to ending. He approached the stream, noticing the scent of one of Rakharo's wolves nearby. When the stream came closer into view, the boy saw a woman sprawled out in the grass. She wasn't as bewitchingly beautiful as Zhavvi, but she wasn't have bad. "Hey," he called to her. "Svabol ui|ulph dout ominak?"
Just as she was about to go hunt down the deer, a male appeared in the distance and she heard him call out to her. She smiled when he spoke her native language, and she could tell he was apart of Rakharo's Khalas. So far Kivi had only met relatives of the Khal and she wondered if this boy was related to Rakharo as well. The female rose from her sitting position and raised an eyebrow when he asked for her name.
"Si mi Kivi ki Allayi" she said and walked over to the water to get another drink to aid her dry mouth. "Svaust re wux" Kivi asked as she thought she deserved his name, since she said her's. The wolfess licked her paw that now had a scar on it from Kerosene in the cave, and every few seconds she would look up at the male waiting for and answer.
"Zoratto ki Remekhosi." He answered back to this woman. He had never heard of a mother being listed as part of a Dotharan's name. Nearly every Dotharan he had met had their father's name as a surname, or they had none at all. He walked up besides her, his pale eyes blinking curiously at her. [color=#99cc99]Were you a part of the Rakharo's first khalas? When he left Rhaesh Daahan?]"Jahen wux vi luh di wer irral khalas di Rakharo? Svadrav jaci zulf Rhaesh Daahan?" Most of the members now joined when Rakharo entered the Rhaesh Thash, like Zoratto himself. But he wondered how many were original members, or simply tagged along later.
Kivi gave a nod when the young male said his name. When he asked the question Kivi thought about lying for a moment. Would she get more respect if she was part of his first Khalas? Probably not. "Thric, si filki joined jacida khalas" she answered the boy truthfully. Another gust of wind went by reminding Kivi of the deer that was injured. She looked to the male and used her muzzle to point which direction the deer was in. "Ornla wux hefoc ekess maulk, mobi ui vin injured tekir" Kivi asked and waited for his answer.
Jaunus. He had yet to hunt any of the "large" prey that the Rhaesh Thash boasted. It was time for him to learn, just in case Rakharo did not find the bison any time soon (he was not at the point where he lost hope, but it was growing close). The young boy looked across the river, his pale eyes scanning as his nose sniffed for the deer. Ehtaha coi. He said, trotting towards the smell.
Kivi nodded at the boy's response and began to walk beside him, while they tracked down the injured deer. Kivi was experienced hunting many large creatures from her travels. Hunting was something Allayi had tought her but never truly trained her on. However after exploring the world by herself for some time, she had become quite a natural at hunting.
As it appeared they were closing in on their prey, drops of blood could be seen on the ground and they no longer had to use just their nose. "Vorq, iejir" she pointed out just in case he had not seen it yet.