Hoshor Plains drag race

"Eat," he commanded, and Tomahawk did as she was told, ripping into the bison's flesh with reckless abandon. Any nourishment she consumed from this food would go to her gifts and—unfortunately—Lavakho's children. She did not know why he wished to keep them. They would be no use as slaves, and they would not be Dotharan. Tomahawk had lived a life between two worlds, and it had only caused her pain. She wondered if he wished this upon his own children, but she did not speak of it.

Tomahawk flashed Lavakho a glance when she had filled herself with the food, unsure of what he wished of her next. It caused a stirring in her belly that was not from the movement of children as memories of their one night together replayed in her mind.