Athchomar Chomakaan

The male watched her approach, and Eilidh reveled in the attention. Though she was ignorant of what it might mean or what could happen if she were alone with him. She didn't know danger even if it stared her in the face, and this man was most likely dangerous. But right now, wit her growing body and expanding mind, she liked the idea of his interest, even if she didn't know what it meant. 

The female spoke to the male in a language Eilidh didn't understand. He replied, all the while looking at her. Eilidh shivered, not unpleasantly, hearing that strange language pass between the two of them. Then the slim woman, the one that smelled like a very strange wolf, spoke to her. This was Rakharo, the khal of a place called Hoshor Plains. "Khal? What does that mean?" She spoke before she could stop herself, and felt all a fool for it. But he had asked for her leaders, and Eilidh wasn't quite ready to relinquish her power yet. "Why does he want to speak to the leaders?" She was careful not to say "my leaders" seeing as she was the princess and had as much right to be here as Dante or her parents.

At least, that's what she thought in her own mind.