Kintla Flatlands Vanity will cost you

Zhavvi looked at the reddish male with a certain curiosity. She understood his body language but she, Rakharo's daughter, was not going to follow this male. She was a princess if anyone was going to do the following that would be him. She was planning on a far more interesting. Would this male want to fight her. Zhavvi was not in an aggressive state that she would want to murder the male. Sometimes the female had one of those days she felt like murdering some wolf. Most of the time she kept those thoughts at bay.

Slowly she sank through her front paws when the male looked at her. Maybe he wanted to have a friendly spar with her. Zhavvi had realized that she could learn a great deal from sparring with others. Different fighting techniques and strategies. Maybe if she fought enough locals she could surprise the wolves in her Khalas with new techniques. The brown colored female keep her green eyes intently on the male, challenging him. This was something Zhavvi was skilled at. Maybe if he would win she could give him a reward for it. That made her smirk. She didn't shy away from having some fun after fighting.