Greatwater Lake What is a weekend?

The female rose quickly, and the Khal took one short step back as she did, giving her some space to get up, but she didn't. Instead, the female spoke something he didn't quite get with his little handling of the common tongue.

"No common tongue," he explained with a barbaric accent, "This land belongs to the Dotharan. From the lake to the mountains in the north." he claimed in his native language, pointing with his muzzle back and forth and rising his tail even further. His snarly expression had almost faded away, and now he was just staring at her, straight into her pale eyes. Those were strange eyes. But the rest of her physique was impressive. Bulky and broad, almost Dotharan in appearance. Could she be?

"Who are you? Why do you stray so close to my pack." he asked out of curiosity. This would be hard to sort out without Tomahawk. Rakharo would probably have to resort to physical comunication eventually, most probably of the agressive sort if the foreigner didn't back away.