Hoshor Plains far horizons

The approach of the coyote slave was barely registered by Rhanno, not until he heard soft footfalls and a meek question. His lip lifted and he uttered a barely audible growl as she licked the underside of his chin, though he nonetheless accepted the display. Coyotes — slaves, no less — were below them, and they were to show the proper respect to even the lowest ranking wolf. Rhanno was glad this girl already knew that.

"Do you belong to Rakharo, girl?" he asked, turning to idly regard the slave. Her legs were sticks, her body small and fur short and coarse. Ugh, coyotes were pathetic. Of course, he knew the Khal that led the pack essentially owned and commanded all the slaves, though he was curious if she had been assigned to Rakharo as a personal slave, back when he lived within Rhaesh Dahaan. Perhaps he could glean some useful information from her.