Hoshor Plains The Splendid Angharad

Confident that the bison were unlikely to move before the storm hit, Vitihi swiftly moved towards camp. Though the Dothoran hardly blinked an eye at inclement weather, the maiden knew this system would last through the night... and she wasn't keen on being soaked until morning. Especially after having just traveled so far to be with this Khalasar.

The topography changed from flat lands to rolling hills as she neared camp. A small coyote awaited her arrival. She was overtly subservient and kissed Vitihi's chin in defense. The Doth woman, used to the culture of slaves and handmaidens, accepted her ministrations and thought how lucky Rakharo was to have such a creature in his party. However, Vitihi was unaware of the tryst between the coyote and the Khal's bloodrider, Lavakho.

"Lekhaan," she told the coyote with a soft inflection. "Find me a place to weather this storm, zafra. The clouds quickly approach."