Hoshor Plains Glide

The Khal met the maiden with a level head and proud spirit, speaking their customary greeting with a smooth tongue. Vitihi was privileged to have good standing in the Khalasar — a product of her father's positive reputation. However, though the Dothoran did not recognize power in blood ties, they were not blind to its promises. The hope that the strong, wise, and courageous would beget more like themselves was any wolf's ambition, but it didn't mean the child of any warrior or Khal would be born with a silver spoon in its mouth. Each had to make their own way in the world, and though her sire's hard earned position gave his children a head start in the world, Vitihi would have to prove herself to ensure her rapport remained unchanged.

Lucky for her, Nevakko saw much of himself within his daughter. Though she had not inherited his brawn or rich color, they shared a cool temperament. She was no beserker or warrior, but loved -- and was devoted to -- every aspect of their culture, people, and customs. It had pained her to leave Nevakko behind, but she would never, ever, disobey his command. "He means to make his way to you, Rakharo," she told the Khal, "but the journey is long and age makes the road arduous. He will arrive before winter."  That is what her father had promised, at least. However, Vitihi had been across the mountains and the impossible terrain made her worry for him. It was clear to her that the aging Nevakko did not wish to anchor his daughter's budding future with his own slow pace."My mother, Jassi, accompanies him."  

Vitihi's fiery gaze swept across Rakharo's golden shoulder, "It is my ambition to follow in my sire's foot steps: to uphold our traditions and interpret the ways of the Rhoa." As a young girl, Vitihi shadowed her parents with an insatiable mind for knowledge, but it was not enough. She still had so much to learn. "As a girl I served our Dosh Khaleen. Have any traveled with you, Khal?" she asked, head tipping ever-so-slightly to the side.