Rising Sun Valley Jalan Qoyi [M]

Lavahko withdrew his paw from the creek as he rose, turning around to face his niece.  Her indignant nature was all too familiar to the soft-spoken warrior. She carried herself in the same way he did in his youth, loud and with a perceived invincibility... at least, before his mouthy streak was beaten out of him.   She approached with tail held high and voice dripping with pseudo-authority in a way that Lavakho simply wouldn't take from a yearling, family or not.  He shot her a soft correcting growl in order to warn her to change her demeanor.

"Iejir di sia iejir, filki tagoa wux re wer hianag di sia isthasy tiric ti majak wux harkt ekess isilith ve nomeno idol. Wux zklaen earn batobot," he corrected softly as he lightly tapped a paw against her muzzle. "Vi banpri ava'yorn ornla qe d'nag." Zhavvi was turning into a fine young woman, but her disrespectful behavior had no place among their Khalas.  Though she may no longer be a child, she still acted as one.  The bitterness of youth burned bright in her heart.  "Vsist, wux geou agantal qe sia moxt niece," he added, tone shifting from stern to slightly playful, secretly exuberant that she had made it to them unscathed.