Happy Honeymoon

Staying sort-of vague since my thread with Rakharo isn't over.

After the brothers' conversation, consolation, and above all things, promotion, things had gone quiet in the plains. However, quiet tended to be a harbinger of problems in Lavakho's experience. The hustle and bustle of daily life tended to keep Lavakho effectively distracted, however in the past few days, alongside his brother, he couldn't help but feel like he was simply waiting for something to happen. And something indeed did.

Lavakho followed his brother closely as the trio set out to investigate the source of the strange howl that broke the silence. Rakharo seemed floored at the sight, however Lavakho tried his best to stifle a heavy laugh. Unfortunately, a chuckle escaped. Kivi's limp form lay sprawled out by the two strangers and Lavakho wasn't surprised by the sight at all. Kivi had a tendency to stir up shit where she shouldn't. Lavakho may have been dim, but he had common sense not stir up problems with the locals.

"Bim tzarreth," he chided toward the prone body of Kivi. "Tiric jaciv waph?"