Hoshor Plains Shor Tawakof

They were ordered to leave, but the Ezok-to-be lingered, moving far away from Rakharo to avoid his gaze, but close enough to see the show. This vikeesi was too dangerous and spoiled to be a part of the khalas. She had poisoned him, watched, and laughed. No sensible Dotharan would ever follow her, unless they were just as crazy as she was. He was right to leave her "service".

The boy hunkered in the grass, a small smirk appearing on his muzzle as her father cast her out, only letting her live because she was his daughter. Good. He would rather see her suffer anyway. As she sped from the Plains, Zoratto had the distinct urge to get up and run after the bitch, tearing her a new one as she fled. But he stayed in his place. This was the Khal's responsibility, and his burden. Zoratto was content to stay in the grass and watch. That was enough to satisfy his vengeful spirit.