Wapun Meadow Enter lightning

Laqikki left the trampled flower behind. Her purpose now was to locate the khalas. She wasn't in any rush, though, so while her westward steps were deliberate, they were ponderous. Her body creaked with age and it was always her lifestyle to move at her own pace, anyway. Being a wolf, age wasn't such a hindrance, but she certainly gave the appearance of an old, twisted crone with the way she walked, her shoulders hunched deceitfully forward. It was intentional, of course. Laqikki was a former Khaleesi and warrior, not some helpless wretch who grew gnarled in her old age, but others didn't need to know that she still possessed some of her fabled strength.

She spotted Kove, a bright white male, before he spoke, but her glance to him was fleeting at best. He was unfamiliar and she could almost tell from the way he carried himself that he was no Dotharan. There was no pride in his stance. The Dotharan defied the world and took it for their own. They were an aggressive race. They were a triumphant race. Kove displayed none of that proud aggression, and therefore stood out as not of her people. Laqikki would have passed him right by without a second glance knowing that, if not for the words he spoke.

Naturally, the Dosh Khaleen crone didn't understand. She'd lived her whole life in the company of Dotharan wolves, after all. English was a luxury denied her. Still, she leveled her mahogany gaze on him anyway, and after a long moment of seeming contemplation, she spat, "shashtiup vekikar," and began walking once more.