Happy Honeymoon

Postingout of order to narrate a conclusion since this thread is old and hasn't had replies in a while.
The events in this thread are continued HERE.

Rakharo's mind had become a whirlwind of thoughts. He would have to make decisions, big decisions in the next few hours, all of them for the greater good of the Khalas. He would have to be a strong leader, of mind and body, if he wanted his wolves to be safe. He would have to become a monster in this new land, and his Khalas would become the most feared in the region. But that would take time and effort. A lot of both.

Before summoning his pack for a meeting, The Khal instructed his slave to aid the healer in an effort to save the Lajakeesi's life, although he hadn't many hopes. She had bled out almost completely and her body wasn't functioning. Rakharo stood there, looking at the blood and thinking to himself a billion things that would be spoken out to his pack soon.