Rising Sun Valley Jalan Qoyi [M]

The warrior couldn't have cared less if the yearling had been his brother's daughter, a slave, or the great fucking buffalo himself in wolf incarnate.  This sort of behavior would not be tolerated under his stern watch.  Lavakho stood stiff-necked and steely before his janise as she barred her teeth without flinching.  His murky orange eyes met her's in a cold staring match.  Her tone betrayed her words, but Lavahko decided not to press it any further. "Bensvelk," he grunted with a nod.

She really was a charmer, this one.  Her tone easily switching from the insolent to syrupy sweet on a dime. Lavakho's stern demeanor relaxed along with her shift.  "Vucoti wux re jirank, shar jaci tiric coi ihk wux," he defended softly.  "Ekess nakta wux tokeq."

She lovingly glared and deemed him insufferable, only to splash into the creek Lavakho stood by, effectively drenching his beige pelt.   "Vur zyak re wux," he barked playfully as he jumped into the creek behind her (making a much larger splash than she did due to his size) to give chase and to attempt to nip at her tail.