Hoshor Plains Shor Tawakof

Tomahawk clung to her Rakharo's side, hunched low so she did not appear to be his equal in any way, shape, or form. Kivi remained motionless, but breathing. Tomahawk had acquired the two wolves that her master had asked for, but the Dotharan girl's outward condition had not changed. If it had changed internally, the coyote could not tell. Others arrived, though Tomahawk's eyes were distant. She did not acknowledge them, just as they would likely not acknowledge her. It was the way of things.