Happy Honeymoon

The small signs of life that Kivi was showing were so faint that the Khal even considered ending her pain and putting her out of fight at once, but he still held on to the hope of seeing her wake up again to give her a big piece of his mind. Kivi had been stipid to repeatedly cross into a pack's territory, the Dotharan were not blind to the fact that it was a common practice among wolves, and violating terrains was a thing they saved for raids when the need arises and carried out in group, not alone and whenever one felt like it.

Tomahawk retreated to carry out the Khal's command, and he stayed back from Kivi, watching with a deep frown in his face as he considered all his posibilities. Lavakho was right about the women, they needed control and he was not complete without a Khaleesi to impose it. Women were too different, not as calculating as males it seemed, and only a woman would be enough to keep them in line.

"I have, but there are not many options." Rakharo said from his short distance. "That is half our available women." the Khal said motioning at Kivi with his head. The other half was Nevakko's daughter, Vitihi, and it had crossed his mind many times courting her. Vitihi was a beautiful woman, and she knew the ways of the Dotharan just like her father did. Maybe the time for it had come.