clarity

He couldn't go unscathed forever, I suppose! >:D

Layaffi, Zafra, Tomahawk, Davri, Hawk—the coyote with many names—was heavily pregnant now. Whatever fat and sustenance she had managed to keep had quickly gone to the gifts and taboo children that pressed against the sides of her belly. The past few weeks had kept her restricted to the bison, keeping at their side and never treading far away from Rakharo and his brother, Lavakho, who still seemed to have some hope for his own children. She knew that the Khal would not permit it, nor would Vitihi. She did, however, believe that the new queen would be pleased with her gifts.

Still, Layaffi was a creature of habit, and so she found herself at the outskirts of the plains once more. A familiar (if mildly unwelcome) scent drifted her direction, and she alerted to it with bright golden eyes and ears pointing forward. The coyote. The bringer of seeds. She had no use for him now that Lavakho showered her with food and gifts. He had given her the only thing she had needed: his seed. Tomahawk watched as Vitihi charged toward him, seemingly appearing from nowhere, and she made no move to intervene. It was not her place to do so, though she did wonder why the queen did not seek to capture him.