Blackfoot Forest When the darkness falls.

Rakharo, against Zhavvi's thoughts, wasn't completely stupid.
He knew that Zhavvi, his own daughter was adventurous just as he had been in his youth, and he hadn't left her out of sight from the moment he set foot outside Rhaesh Dahaan. Well, mostly.
He was clueless about his daughter's affair with his own brother, and if he had known it maybe Lavakho would have been alive for so long. But that was a story for another time.

Zhavvi had escaped the Khalas' camp once again, but Rakharo was a tracker of the best sort, and it wasn't hard to follow her scent to the forest where he met Kivi for the first time. Blackfoot Forest was an incredible place. It covered the sky which was awkward, and the trees were soo thickly accumulated that it would be hard for a Rhoa to go through. A trap of some sort. And for as much as Rakharo admired it, he didn't feel comfortable in there.
He needed to get his daughter out quickly.

"Zhavvi!" the Khal howled lowly. He hadn't caught up with her yet but he knew he was close enough for low howl to be enough. "We're moving, Khalakki. I want you back right now." Rakharo had decided it was enough of the damn flowers, and he was moving his Khalas forward, the way they had walked since their departure. West.