Hoshor Plains [m] owner of a lonely heart

The Khal's face when he heard who had taken her would have made even Lavakho himself pee in his pants if he saw it. His eyes, wido open and full of rage looked directly into Tomahawk's eyes, and his lips curled up in rage as a deep growl made saliva drip right on the slave's face. He was furious, befuddled, and disappointed, all of it at the same time and in different moments, growing more tense with every new thought about it.

It was disgusting.

Even Rakharo would have kept himself from mating with a coyote even if the scent was irresistible. It was a coyote. And Lavakho had been so stupid as to mix his blood with hers.

"Anha vazhak yeraan thirat..." the Khal said after a moment of deliberation. It wasn't Tomahawk who had done wrong, yet still she would get a punishment. He would decide on that later when he had a time to speak to Laqikki. And Lavakho... Well, he would have to speak seriously with the guy. Very seriously.

"Wux zklaen vucot batobot sjek sia isthasy zulf wux mrith vrak astahii geou probably qe zulf zara ihk wer djodaic ekess sone. Thric Jano iejir geou waph shafaer persvek sia svihelen."