Hoshor Plains Shor Tawakof

Azzaro's gaze lingered at Kivi's body when Rakharo spoke, and although he wished to cause harm upon those who wounded his fellow Dotharan, he could not help but think that she had gotten what she deserved and that whoever ruled the pack Kivi harassed had done an extremely good job. Sure, he was supposed to act like the natives hadn't done the right thing, to think that they, the wolves of Hoshor Plains were the best and the greatest but truth to be told, Azzaro believed that their Khalas was growing weak. They spent too much time lazing underneath the sun, using the excuse of guarding Bison to simply lie on the grass and relax. They were growing too soft, what they truly needed was raids, to remind the Dotharan what they truly were once more.

They had to let the natives know that they were not simply petty trespassers, but warriors and raiders, wolves to be feared of.

Azzaro approved of Rakharo's decision of appointing a Khasak, (even though it was his brother and he the Khal was kind of biased) and almost grinned when he said that every wolf had to either be a warrior or warden by trade. Finally, they were getting somewhere. Honestly, why did it have to take so long for the Khal to realize that he needed to discipline his subordinates? Especially the females of the pack and his daughter, his daughter was too arrogant, too spoiled, she was no true princess, no true Dotharan.

The aspiring Lajak's gaze landed on Rakharo's chosen Khaleesi, Vithi. He had met her when he called for a spar, but didn't know her personally. Either ways, she was a much better option than Zhavvi or Kivi. A much better one. He would support the Khal's decision even if he was rather surprised she was promoted in a blink of the eye, anyone was better than Zhavvi. "Wux tepoha sia gliiwr herunga," he said to the Khal before Zhavvi exploded.

And then the Khalakka herself proved she was not suitable to be Khaleesi a moment later.

Rhoa be good, Azzaro almost smiled when the pathetic child threw a temper tantrum. She was simply proving what he thought, what most of the Khalas thought. That she was a spoiled, arrogant, idiotic girl, worthy only of being a slave. He withheld a snort as he too, stepped forward and allowed a deep warning guttural growl to ring dangerously through the air, his fierce ivory eyes fixed on Zhavvi's face. Black nostrils flared and he cocked his head, wondering if she would be so stupid to challenge her father and the Khalas once more.