Wapun Meadow When different languages meet

Zhav wasn't really impressed by the lady in front of her and how she claimed she was not a slave. Zhavvi could see that perfectly since she wasn't a coyote but she was still behaving like one. Something didn't add up and the way she loyally followed her father was also suspicious. Because if she did how come Zhavvi didn't even know her. The younger girl was starting to distrust the other even less. Especially when her loyalty was exclaimed by not looking into her eyes but looking away. "Kii tira wux ti vorq sari sia saurivic svadrav epres dout lyal ekess sia opsola," Zhavvi returned. She bared her teeth again.

"Thric. Ti mrith wux," The daughter of the Khal returned. She could howl for her father, and then rat this one out that something wasn't adding up. But then again, she was outside of Camp which he would probably notice first. Damn. But then Zhavvi decided that she didn't need the help of her father. She was a warrior princess and she could handle this commoner herself. "Gethrisj ekik di sia idol,' Zhavvi then huffed.