Kintla Flatlands Vanity will cost you

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Zhavvi glanced over the open fields, she herself was relieved that she was away from her Khalas. She grew more annoyed by them each day, possibly because she just knew they were keeping an eye out for her. The princess felt like she couldn't be herself even though she wanted to. Like they expected her to be a brat of a princess that lived under her father's protection. She might be a bit of a brat but the latter she didn't want. Zhavvi could take care of herself, she decided. Her slender frame trotted over the fields until her eye caught a male.

Her lithe frame was smaller than his, not a surprise. Zhavvi wasn't quick to be impressed about it. She defeated a male far bigger than her. One of her better victories. Her green eyes studied the male that approached her on a rather... friendly matter. At least that was what she got from it. Her tail rose and her green eyes stayed on him for a moment. His words, that weird language again, was something that she didn't understand. He might have insulted her, but his demeanor didn't fit an insult. She decided that the male greeted her.

"Fekiikiri kaldaka si tir ti vucot," Zhavvi returned and gave a court nod to the other. Her tail gave a curious flicker as his reddish fur reminded her of the red and yellow plains she came from. The Khal's daughter was curious about what tongue these wolves spoke, she had not a clue, not did she know any of their words. It sounded so different than what she was used to. Since the male had enough respect to greet her Zhavvi had decided to not act too vicious towards him. His scent she couldn't really locate, so she figured he was alone. A envy started to bloom. She wanted to be free to explore and live her life but that would never be the case. Her father would decide everything for her. "Si tir ti renthisj dout ooble," she then added, although she figured it was rather useless information.