Hoshor Plains Little Boxes

Honestly, he can be hard for me to write for because he's such an ass :P.

She nipped at Lavakho's neck, causing him to jerk his head backwards like the crack of a whip.  He grinned at his spunky niece while he got himself into fighting position. "I'm still going easy on you," he mused.  Unbeknownst to him, she had been training with Kivi, the only wolf yet to have bested him.  In Lavakho's mind, she was still that protected little girl that had no idea what she was doing.  

Zhavvi spoke just as Lavakho was about to strike, but her words made him freeze in confusion.  Khal.  But, Rakharo was Khal. What was she thinking?  As much as he would have loved to be the Khal to her Khaleesi, to have her as his own, the disrespect she showed to her father and leader took Lavakho off guard.  His half-lidden eyes narrowed as he backpedaled from the spot.  "Zhav, you shouldn't speak like that.  I am no Khal."