Hoshor Plains Running at my side

Although Lavakho had never been of the mentally quick sort, it didn't take long for him to understand the implications of what his brother had said. If he begat bastards, they would die. Lavakho's heart sank like a stone, and for a brief moment, Lavakho felt as if he could understand the grief Rakharo had felt when their father had stolen the life from his children. His blood. Rakharo sounded so much like their father. He quickly pushed the thought from his head. These where bastards, not proper children. Lavakho's throat when dry as he tried to speak. I— I understand brother," he croaked. He understood, but he didn't agree.

But the word of the Khal was law, and Lavakho was in no place to argue for the lives of his possible pups. "Come what may," he affirmed with a forced nod. Lavakho's head lowered as he stared guiltily at his paws. He felt broken, dejected, and helpless at the mercy of his brother. His best friend. "Is this the only reason you seeked me out?" He asked. The hope that his brother was looking to hang had but died, and instead of bro-time, Lavakho hoped for mercy.