A poisonous lizard crawling closer...

Zhavvi watched as a heavy male approached, or well, compared to Zhavvi's body type he was heavier. He was a light color, a coloring she hadn't seen often with her Khalas. They usually are ranging to all sorts of brown to golden colors. This one before her was white with dark streaks. At least it wouldn't remind her of home. Her grass green eyes looked up at the Khal. She wasn't sure how the terms were with these local wolves. Zhavvi pushed herself up, not wanting to come over as a total weakling. But she kept her head a bit lower, since she couldn't be disrespectful now. She had to act a certain way to be allowed in this Khalas. By the look of it, those pure golden eyes, Zhavvi hoped this man before her could be merciful. Her father certainly wasn't but that was why he was Dorthran in the first place.

Now came the difficult part since she couldn't talk the language of these lands. She could only hint at what the other male meant with his words. She had no clue what he tonically said. Maybe he said to fuck off, though his tone suggested otherwise. "Hellow," she spoke, hinting of a very strong accent and that she wasn't from around here. The female looked a bit troubled as a silence settled over her. A frustrated frown came on her face. She only knew two other words; 'Water' and 'Run'. Her green eyes looked around like that would help her. "Zhavvi. Run," she voiced out. It wasn't exactly what she wanted to say or exactly what happened but she wasn't really inclined to tell about her rebellion against her father. Maybe she should speak in her own tongue, to show the other that she couldn't understand his words but then again, her trainer Kivi had been terribly rude to other packs around, maybe even this one too. She even angled her head a bit to show the wound on her neck, which he might already has seen.