Wapun Meadow Snow In Spring

     Perhaps Rakharo was right, Lavakho was getting fat.  The fight dragged out far longer than Lavakho had wanted it to, causing him to become winded and lazy.  The little speedster however, had continued her offensive completely unfazed, landing a few critical blows to the young warrior's body and pride.  He sank into the dirt, unable to continue.  Lavakho's face flushed with horror, he had been bested... and by a girl.  If his brother, Rakharo, heard about this, he'd never let him live it down.

    "Ioth vobit," he murmured in a surprised daze between panted breaths.  Lavakho was angry, sure.  But any wolf who could fight like that would have, no, deserved a place in their Khalas.  Kivi had certainly proved her worth through combat. "Si shilta ocuir kii sia isthasy origato wux confn mrith udoka. Wux geou qe di xihuuli."  Lavakho shot the other a terse smile, Any wolf who could pin Lavakho deserved a shred of respect.