Hoshor Plains Running at my side

Rakharo understood the circumstances in which his brother had been when he made the foul desicion to mate with a slave, but that didn't make it right. He wouldn't have said anything if the female had not been in heat at the time, but Rakharo was proud of his Dotharan blood, even if his father had been a crazy bastard, and he didn't want it ruined by some stupid slip-up.

"Coyotes are weak and inferior. They don't deserve to be given Dotharan pups. That is a blessing that does not correspond to such filth..." Rakharo said as his face turned grim. He wasn't completely disappointed on his brother, but he was sorry that the pups resulting from his encounter with Tomahawk would have to be vanished in order to keep the bloodline clean.

"I will not feed filthy hibrids with my Khalas' food..." the Khal claimed, implicitly stating what he would be capable of, and expecting his brother to agree. He wouldn't care if Lavakho developed any kind of affection for his bastards, in fact, he didn't even consider it a possibility. It was disgusting.