Blackfoot Forest When the darkness falls.

Rakharo awaited for his precious daughter to come to him when he called, and soon enough, the girl came out of the shadows, walking casually like she hadn't done anything wrong. She was the most manupuylative bitch Rakharo had ever known, but he was used to that attitude by now, and he loved his daughter, flaws and all, so he didn't even mention the fact that he had already told her to stay close in case the Khalas had to move.

"Slow down, Zhavvi. My brain might explode if you ask one more single question..." her father said and snorted aftwerards. A lame dad-joke she'd say. "The scouts haven't found anything close enough, Khalakki. We need to keep moving or we're going to lose our way." he explained, just before lick-kissing his daughter's forehead. "I know we're close, I feel it in my bones. The Dosh Khaleen said we would find a place, and I won't settle for this useless meadow." and then, he looked again into Zhavvi's green eyes.
"Scouts are very important for a Khalas. But they do risk a lot by splitting from the group..." he said, suggesting that maybe his daughter wasn't ready to be a scout. Rakharo had a big issue with his only daughter growing up. She was ambitious and adventurous, attributes that he would have probably encouraged in his children if they hadn't all died on the hands of his own father. The world was a cruel place, no one knew that better than Rakharo, and he didn't want to risk his shiny treasure or expose her to the dangers he so deeply feared.

Some would call him paranoid.
He called himself protective.