Hoshor Plains don't need nobody

His voice trickled into her ears, and she splayed them backward. Lavakho had finally managed to catch her. "The Khal will not like this," she thought, matter-of-factly, glancing around to see if he was near. Rakharo was never very far away, and he would be displeased if they were near one another. That said, her heat was over and done with, and the Khal had only said she should stay away from the males while it persisted. Tomahawk could not imagine he wanted them to continue seeing one another in any capacity, though both Lavakho and Tomahawk ran with the same pack, so contact was inevitable.

She made no move to avoid him, and instead took her usual submissive stance and licked his chin. Tomahawk held no affection for the Dotharan wolf, not in the way that she might a true lover. He was her superior, her master, and their tryst had only occurred because they had met in the right place at the right time.