Hoshor Plains crimson blood

Azzaro was a Dotharan not some simple translator. Translating was left to coyotes, that was their job. He was a warrior, a tracker, a hunter, a raider. He was much more than a translator, his skill with the common tongue was something he used when he was off exploring these lands. He could easily pretend to be another native among them and communicate with them. He had better use of his time than becoming the translator of the Khal, he was much more than that.

A grin played at the yearling's lips when his sharp ivory eyes caught Tomahawk's look when he finished the rabbit with one swift blow. She quickly caught herself though and shut her mouth, though it didn't stay shut for long as she quickly devoured the rabbit he offered her. Azzaro was not a kind wolf, in fact, he was probably anything but that. He simply thought the coyote deserved something for her loyalty to the Khalas, a rabbit was nothing. He felt as if he should be giving her more, but if he did so, Rakharo might kick him out and he wasn't about to be kicked out so quickly after he joined.

"Yes you are," he replied, "but as you don't like it, do you mind me calling you Hawk instead? It'll save me some time."