Hoshor Plains Shor Tawakof

An eyebrow quirked at Rakharo's reaction — silence, before he suddenly threw himself at Zhavvi, grabbing her throat and forcing her to the ground. For a moment, Rhanno was sure the man would kill his daughter for her insubordination, but he did not worry. A Khal could do as he pleased, even if it meant slaughtering his own kin; anything to prove that he was one to respect, one fit to lead. As the others issued growls and warnings, the elder fell onto his haunches, watching the events unfold with a critical gaze.

The girl fought back, pressing her hind legs into her father's throat. He was briefly reminded of Tihollo, and suppressed a look of disgust. While this was not a rank challenge, it was similar to Rhanno's predicament with his own young. But where he had failed, hopefully Rakharo would succeed. He wouldn't want to appear weak in front of the Khalas now, would he?