Rising Sun Valley Branching out to other males

Zhavvi could smile from the inside of her body. The male was already kissing her feet with one quick sentence. She liked that. He reminded her of their coyote slaves they kept. Oh well, for what kind of thing could this male be even useful. She studied him for a moment and then shook her head. She would need to think about this. She was rather mean, driving this male in to a corner like a weak prey. If he would have done as she said then he would talk to her dad and now he refused her he was also not in the female's good senses.

"Si tir ti ocuir svanoa wux shilta qe di tikil klae di ve. Nomagqe wux shilta grommi ve usv itrewic ve creol achthend, shar hak wux ornla qe thric desta loupon wer siliti yth nakta. Ui batobot svabol wux tuor?," Zhavvi returned to the male, exactly what had been on her mind.