Hoshor Plains Shor Tawakof

Laqikki had already been present, but at some point the elder had wandered away to seek something to aid the ailing Kivi. She never found it before the whole pack was summoned back, but as was usual for her, she didn't answer right away. She kept meandering away through the golden grass, and only turned back when she was certain she wouldn't find what she was looking for here. In fact, Laqikki knew she wouldn't find anything anyway. There was no herb that could help Kivi now. Nature would help her, but nothing more.

The Dosh Khaleen was slow to return, so that when she once again came among the khalas, four others had assembled. Rakharo, Lavakho and the slave were still present, but now an older wolf stood among them, alongside the Khal's daughter and a couple of younger males. Laqikki spared all of them only a passing glance before she swept slowly up to Rhanno.

"There is nothing to help her here," Laqikki said in perfect Dotharan. She would need to think on it, and meditate, and perhaps then an omen would become clear. That would have to wait. Her eyes swept down to the unconscious female. Unlike the others, she didn't immediately assume that Kivi had done something wrong; she assumed the outsiders were uncultured barbarians who didn't know how to respect the nomadic lifestyle of the war-born Dotharan, and so she assumed Kivi had been wrongfully attacked and returned as a mockery of their way.