Hoshor Plains Hunting Horns

The Khal ate first, maintaining the status quo. Even in Dotharan societies, wolves were wolves and hierarchy was honoured, perhaps even more steadfastly than in other cultures. When the go ahead was given for the khalas to eat, Laqikki showed her true strength—that of a former powerful Warrior—as she jostled her way in and managed to snag a kidney in the kerfuffle.

She retreated away when she'd had her fill, and watched with sharp eyes the interaction between Khal and slave. The other Dotharan were still milling about the carcass, but it was the coyote that Laqikki focused on. It was a traditional outlook, she supposed, but the crone disapproved of the Khal speaking to a lowly creature like that as if it had any knowledge at all. To Laqikki and her late Khal husband, coyotes were nothing but servants, and their usefulness was limited. Most of them were beaten until they were mute, at least in her previous home.

Looking away, the old female began to clean the sparse fur on her paws, but she listened to the conversations until the pack members began to trickle away one by one. As they did, she rose and left as well, back to solitude where she could consult her mind alone.