Wapun Meadow When different languages meet

Come and meet Zhavvi :D

Zhav stayed low to the ground as she trotted away from camp. With the slaves and other members watching it was not easy to get out of her father's protective clutches. She wanted to hunt and scout out these new promised lands would offer her. Her elegant and slender body moved through the bushes. As she was certain she escaped without being seen the young lady instantly moved into a more graceful position. Her green eyes scanning the area around her. She was in need of a prey and maybe some company. What the female didn't know was that they didn't speak her tongue in these new lands. How would the poised warrior princess react when she would find out?

Zhavvi reached a openly stretched meadow, something she could feel at home in without much need of adjustment. She was used to the open fields, it was dense forests she was unfamiliar with. Her tail and head were carried high. She was of a Khal's blood after all. She would show the others how much knowledge and warrior skills she had. Her lithe body trotted through the meadow, its high grass tickling her tummy a bit when she moved through it. The cunning girl was used to it.