Hoshor Plains Running at my side

A lazy grin spread across Lavakho's maw when his brother bumped back. However, his happiness was short-lived.  A deep pit formed in the base of Lavakho's stomach. Rakharo knew.  How could he have been so stupid? Not just to want the coyote, but to care... it was perverse, and even Lavakho's warped understanding could grasp his failings.  Lavakho's ears pinned back and he hung his head in shame.  His brother was right, he was hiding.  Although he held no regret for the action itself, it's implication saddened him.  He had polluted the bloodline and brought shame to his brother.

Lavakho shrunk back like a wounded child.  "Brother—" he managed to croak. "I— I fucked up."  It hadn't been the first time he had taken one of the Coyotes, but in this instance, it had been the first time with one in heat.  Without a Khaleesi to chase her away, Lavakho found himself too easily tempted.  Like a fat man at an all you can eat buffett, he couldn't control himself.  

"She was just, there,"  he continued, voice forlorn, as he half-heartedly tried to defend his actions.  "I just couldn't help myself... you know me."  Lavakho paused before saying something he hadn't said in a very, very, very long time.  "I'm sorry brother."