Rising Sun Valley Shierak Qiya

Lavakho eyed the coyote captive from the ground with an expression of bewilderment as she whined at his brother's flank.  That fact that she accepted her place as a slave to the Dothran with little fuss (or bizarre exuberance, depending how you looked at it) was quite a curious case.  Never had the large male seen anything like it, one broken in so fast.  However, the language barrier between the two made communication impossible, forcing Lavahko to have to use his brother as a translator, much to his discontent.  She would eventually learn, but for the time being, Lavakho kept their communication to a minimum.  A dominant growl here and there, but nothing more.

He rose fast from the dirt as the intruder approached with her thinly veiled smile.  A move like that took bravery... or stupidity, and the colossal male couldn't exactly pinpoint which it was.  Perhaps both.  Lavakho joined his brother's side with ears pinned back and teeth barred.  "Stharl," he barked forcefully at the intruder, accompanied by a low and guttural growl.