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It was known a band of rogue coyotes had been spotted harassing the Dothoran bison herd and thus Rakharo had given the order to stalk and eradicate those who were not affiliated with their tribe. It was unlucky for Devil that Vitihi loitered close by, scenting his rangy odor on the slight breeze. For a while she slunk in the grass like a lioness on the savanna, but it wasn't long before she sprung from her hideout a few lengths away - her pale face twisted into a baleful snarl.

Her teeth clicked as she savagely charged, a low rumble thundering from her elegant throat.  The young woman had a lot to prove now that she had been named Khaleesi, especially since her ferocity was not equal to others of her breed. She sought to run the cur down and slay him. Her people would cheer for catching such a trophy, and so she mercilessly perused him unaware of any connection to their slave, Tomahawk.