Wapun Meadow When different languages meet

Glad that the stranger hadn't touched his daughter, Rakharo licked Zhavvi's forehead as he tried to calm down himself. The girl had done nothing wrong, if you ignored the fact that she had left the group without permission. It had been dangerous, but once again, Rakharo had never considered the possibility of someone besides Azzaro and Raezho to be following them. He needed to be more careful from that day on, and he would reinforce his daughter's guard.

"Come Zhavvi... You need to stay as close to the group as you can. You were lucky I was around." the Khal said as he pushed his daughter the way he'd come from, towards the Khalas and to safety. His daughter was his treasure, and he still saw her as the pup who cried under her mother's dead body. So fragile. So lucky.