Happy Honeymoon

@Rakharo, mind if we drag this out for one more round? This is only my second post.

Lavakho's not so tactful laugh was quickly reprimanded by the golden Khal, he took note, however his position remained unchanged in front of the foreigners.  It wasn't the time or place to show submission or weakness, and he could always apologize to his brother later. But in Lavakho's mine, Kivi had deserved what she got, and his sentiment remained unchanged.  While keeping his wary eyes glued on the foreigners, he listened to the slave girl translate their words into his tongue.  She hadn't been the only one.

Rolling his eyes, he let out a winded sigh.  Although he had been stirring up problems of his own, he quickly realized that as a pack they needed to get control of their women, and fast.  Perhaps they had gone stir crazy staying on the plains.  But nevertheless, there needed to be order, and order was not what the Khal was providing.  It was about time he selected a Khaleesi to keep the women straight.

Rakharo moved foreword, bidding the foreigners to leave their land.  Although, the last thing Lavakho wanted to do was start another war, he still joined in with his brother as he growled at their visitors.  Hackles bristled.  Teeth barred.  Thankfully the natives complied and left Kivi's prone body in the grass.  

"Svabol tir yth tir mrith jacioniv?" he asked, tone stern.  She had possibly landed the Khalas in deep doo-doo. Surely, a punishment had to be in order.