Happy Honeymoon

Not at all! I was actually hoping to post a couple more times :P

Just as he charged forward the Spine wolves fled with their tails tucked between their thighs, or at least that's how it looked like to the proud Khal. Rakharo's heated blood was pumping hard through his veins, but seeing that the cowards had chosen not to confront him the way he would have had an advantage he slowed down his pace until he stopped, and there, he watched for a good ten seconds how the contrasting silhouettes of Tonravik and Kerosene disappeared in the distance before returning to take a closer look at Kivi.

Her neck was bleeding heavily, and the wound in it seemed deep enough to be life-threatening. That's the price she was paying for her stupidity. Rakharo had asked the wolves of the Khalas to explore the surrounding territories, yes, but he had never told them to go around pressing other packs' buttons like they were invincible. Dotharan were unity, a group, and working alone was not their way. For that, Kivi would earn herself a well deserved punishment that Rakharo would take care about later, right now Kivi needed close attention.

"@Tomahawk" Rakharo called with a sharp bark, "Gethrisj itrewic Raezho vur Laqikki. Visp astahi batobot jaciv ui rhyisjir tisvelk vur batobot jacioniv kornari ui birk." Rakharo instructed with direct words and gravity in his deep voice. He needed immediate action if he wanted to save the Lajakeesi's life, even if only to kill her himself.