Hoshor Plains drag race

The slave ate her fill as Lavakho watched in silence. The meat would give her strength, and in turn strengthen his offspring. They could be Dotharan, at least in Lavakho's eyes.  Swaying his brother would be another story, but it was a risk Lavakho was willing to take. For the sake of his children.  When she had finished, Lavakho discarded the bones to side with a push from his muzzle and wordlessly slinked to her side and dropped to the ground with a dry thud.

He nestled in close to the slave, his side brushing against hers before gently resting his head on the back of her neck to listen to her breathe.  The night was as quiet as Lavakho, and the only sound to be heard through the plain was the soft breathing of the coyote below him.