Rising Sun Valley a lion doesn't concern himself with the opinion of a sheep

indentNot even Drojharko himself had been as self confident as to speak in such a way to Khal Rakharo. The golden wolf wasn't a easy one to handle, and cleverness wasn't a trait that he held in high regard. He hated clever comebacks, and he considered them an insolence. Although he wasn't a stupid wolf, Rakharo's strength were his muscles and speed, not his brains, and his temperament wasn't something to play around with.

indentHe was the Khal, and that's all that mattered to him.

indentThe young and very Bold Azzaro had been too imprudent as to defy the golden Khal with his words, and it wasn't going to be taken lightly. Rakharo's lips curled back and a warning growl grew loud in his chest. "Sjek wux re faessiri ui di thric halkiv ekess ve. Wux vur dout girlfirend re shadowing sia Khalas, vur coi sultanic jaka. Vux geou anyui ekess sia visidarkic. Khal Rakharo tiric ti anyui ekess vi Rakhi" the Khal snarled, taking yet another step further. "Sjek wux re ti mrith sia Khalas wux re vin irlym. Svabol tir wux tuor de udoka?" he demanded, his voice as deep as the sound of a thousand bison hooves running towards you, and as severe as only Drojharko's had ever been.