Hoshor Plains don't need nobody

Little power-play and such! Tell me if you want me to change it!

The lack of emotion in the slave's delivery disturbed Lavakho. Did she not care for her unborn? They would be just as much hers as his.  Hybrids or not, the lack of fight for her brood came as a shock to Lavakho who responded in anger... but most notably, confusion. Teeth reached out for the scruff of her neck to force her to the ground. "Don't you dare speak for my brother," he spat, voice dripping with venom. Now was not the time for the coyote's games.

"You don't know him like I do," he growled.   Although Rakharo could be radical, Lavakho still felt there was hope for his brood.  Rakharo was fair, and there was no doubt he would listen.  If anyone could sway the Khal's stance on the subject, it was Lavakho.