Happy Honeymoon

EDIT: Elaborating on Rakharo's reprimend towards Lahavkho

As the stranger greeted the Dotharan in their own tongue, Rakharo's lips curled up even further. There was no friendship or respect in him for these wolves, and them speaking his own tongue bothered him even more.

At Lavakho's laugh, the Khal quickly took a second to turn around and snap a warning bite at the air around Lavakho's face. It was not the time for laughter, a pack-mate was laying on the ground, possibly dead for what he trusted the Spine wolves' words. It was time to defend the pack's pride.

Dismissing any further sneer interventions from Lavakho, the Khal turned around and stared directly into the ozzirven wolf's eyes as he spoke, making sure he knew there was no fear in him, and even when Tomahawk did her duty as translator he didn't turn away his gaze. To Rakharo's surprise, Kivi seemed to have tresspassed into a foreign pack's lands, something he had not foreseen, and to make things even worse the shadow woman stated that not only Kivi had violated their territory. Rakharo's gaze shifted to her deep brown eyes as she spoke, looking up and down at her with clear sexist disdain, but when the word "kill" was mentioned by the coyote, things took a more heated turn.

"Wux ifaki chiftik bevi gacoma ve persvek sia kurjh thaczil!" the Khal snarled infuriated taking two sharp steps forward towards the foreign couple. He would not tolerate a threat to his wolves. Dotharan didn't do threat. Dotharan attacked, at their time and with their own purposes, but this wouldn't be forgotten.

"Es havazhaan!" the Khal barked before lunging forward to chase out the Spine wolves. Talking was no longer an option, it hardly ever was for Rakharo's heated temper, but if the Spine Alphas chose to fight back, Rakharo would show them his strength, he would show them why he was the Khal.