Hoshor Plains far horizons

The coyote wanted to redeem herself in some manner. One plan had been in the works since before Rakharo had known what had happened. The other plan was to seek out each of her masters and ask them how she could help. And so, this is what she did now. If Rhanno wished to chase her off, that was his prerogative. But if he had other ideas, perhaps she could make herself useful. Because he was lying down, Tomahawk kept herself as close to the ground as possible, crawling the last few feet and licking his chin in a submissive gesture.

"May I make myself useful to you?" She knew now that pleasing him the way she had Lavakho was wrong, but surely there were other duties she could attend to that would not cause upset for the Khal.