Hoshor Plains drag race

He spoke of Vitihi, Rakharo's chosen, and Tomahawk listened calmly, though she burned with a strange envy. Vitihi had what Tomahawk could never dream of. A strong, suitable mate for herself. Rule over the Dotharan. So intense was the emotion, that she missed the second half (or really, the last ninety percent) of what Lavakho said. He asked if he could give her a name, and she remembered the one Azzaro had given her. "Azzaro called me by Davri, but it was not fitting," she replied, completely missing the allusion to her being a "beautiful" thing.

To the coyote, she had called herself Zafra, but that was a false name, one given to placate him. "You may call me what you wish," she added, wanting to make it clear that she was not rejecting his notion. It was his right to call her what he pleased, and do with her as he pleased.