Hoshor Plains without a doubt

Others are still welcome to hop through the duration of this thread. ^__^

The woman's voice startled Tomahawk, and she whirled around, immediately flattening herself to the muddy shore. Mud and dirt immediately clung to her stomach and chest, although her legs had already been caked with the stuff from standing in the water. "If it is what you please, I will find clean water," Tomahawk replied, not daring to speak the common tongue unless she was asked to do so. What Tomahawk wanted did not matter. She was only to obey the masters' commands, which she did without question.

Yellow-golden eyes remained locked on the ground, and Tomahawk's ears were splayed to the side as she groveled. She had observed that women were not respected as much as the men, but all the Dotharan were above slaves in the grand scheme of things, so this wolf's sex had no baring on how Tomahawk behaved around her.