Hoshor Plains Shor Tawakof

Rakharo was quick to lay Zhavvi out on the ground for her insubordiantion, which was to be expected.  No one, not even the Khal's daughter would get away with that type of lip.  However, what wasn't expected was the way she fought back. Her growls and her incessant squirming was an insult not only to Khals rule, but the Dotharan way of life...  it seemed apart from Vitihi, the Dotharan women were all bat-shit crazy.  It was a rare moment like this that Lavakho was glad he had taken the slave.  She was at least quiet, but most of all... she was controllable.

It took every ounce of Lavakho's self control to not jump into the fray, but it wasn't his war to wage.  His niece needed to learn respect the same way Lavakho had— at the end of tooth and claw, but the beating was to be delivered by her father, and her father only.   Lavakho took a few steps toward the tangle that was his brother and niece and growled lowly in warning to Zhav in the hopes she'd cut the crap.