Hoshor Plains don't need nobody

The slave turned and assumed a submissive position, opting to stay instead of fleeing from his company like before.  Her choice to stay had come as a surprise to Lavakho, who had half-expected her to take off as soon as her eyes locked with his.  Finally, the two could speak alone.  Lavakho opened his mouth to speak, but quickly snapped it shut.  Delicate situations we're certainly not his forte, and finding the words to express his concern for the coyote had proven harder than initially thought.  Expression, why so hard?

"Why do you run from me?"  He managed to ask after a pregnant pause.  The warmth and concern in his voice was genuine, albeit awkward sounding, since he wasn't really the most expressive sort.  "Did I hurt you in some way?"  Her actions must have been warranted in some way, and Lavakho was bound and determined to get to the bottom it.