Hoshor Plains a feeling that consumes

We can either a) continue here b) start a new thread or c) assume things happen behind the scenes. I'm fine with any of those choices. ^__^

Not a single fiber of her being believed him. But it didn't matter. The temptation to find new ways to please her masters overwhelmed whatever cost it might come to her. The thought of him on top of her brought bile to her throat, but she knew that all slaves must suffer to serve their masters. If that meant going through this hell, Tomahawk would do it. "Then assist," she replied, swallowing hard and trying not to think too much about what would happen next. "Not here, though." It was too out in the open, and the last thing she needed was for one of the Khal's followers to come down upon with fangs bared while they were in the middle of their deed.

Tomahawk was loathe to leave Hoshor Plains, but she had a feeling the male coyote would rather die than become a slave. And he was of no use to her dead. Not until he had given her more slaves. "This way," she said, beckoning him to Phantom Hollow. It would take, at most, an hour to go there, get it done, and be back. The Dotharan would hardly notice her absence.