Rising Sun Valley Jalan Qoyi [M]

However flattered he was that she didn't want to wash away his scent, a knot had formed in the pit of the warrior's stomach at the sound of her challenge.  For a brief moment, Lavakho found himself paralyzed by fear.  A peculiar little emotion that the large wolf hadn't felt since he was a loud, little pup back in Rhaesh Dahaan.  He stared at Zhavvi, eyes wide and face flush with terror, unable to speak.  Would she ever consider such a thing?  Would she show such bold and overt recklessness? (Although that had already been proven by their previous actions.) Lavakho was playing a dangerous game, and he had yet to know the rules. 

He breathed a sigh of relief as she slunk into the water.  His secret would be safe, for now at-least.  Safe from the prying eyes of his half-brother. "Ui coi ti threndiaw?" He responded, his tone returning to his usual serious stoicism. "Si itov sia isthasy throdenilt loupon tobor coinah, shar ergriff vi hofiba ornla ti l'gra jacion."  After everything the two had been through, the war. The things they saw. The things they did. The memories had left their scars on both brothers.  It would have been impossible for Lavakho not to fear his half-brother.  Though he was still his best-friend, the warrior knew, he was not one to be trifled with.  "Visidark ui Zhav," he mused, catching her bright green eyes with his. "Re wux?"