Hoshor Plains The Splendid Angharad

Lavakho arrived, showering Vitihi with affection, and Tomahawk felt the slightest bubble of... well, something unpleasant in her chest. She stamped it out quickly, looking away from the pair and focusing on other things. She was not, and would never be, a wolf. There was a time when she had thought such things were possible, but those days were long gone. She was theirs, a slave, and she was not worthy of Lavakho's affections.

"Shall I leave?" she asked, not wishing to intrude upon their happy reunion. A quick to Lavakho informed her that, yes, she should leave. Tomahawk wasted no time scurrying away, leaving the two childhood friends to their own devices.