Hoshor Plains Bright Lights, Bigger City

Being vague about some things...

Tomahawk blocked that night out of her head, pretending it had not happened at all. Her condition had not improved, and so she had removed herself from the rest of the males for the day, retreating to the outskirts of her home. A speck of black caught Tomahawk's eye, and she (nervously) began to gravitate toward it. She did not even know if she was meant to speak with outsiders, but it would be a good idea to practice her native tongue so she did not lose it completely. The past few weeks had been all in Dotharan.

Her approach was not covered, though her coat did blend in with the waving grasses. "Who are you?" she called out, the common tongue feeling strange in her mouth. "The Khal claims this land." Tomahawk's stance was in some strange place between trying to look intimidating and being obviously intimidated by the dark stranger.