A poisonous lizard crawling closer...

Zhavvi noticed how the male looked at her wound. He repeated what she said but added a word. Away? What does 'away' mean? She didn't know. A soft frown came on her face. She didn't really run from her pack. She was actually exiled. "Awaii?," she repeated sounding weird on her tongue. Her green eyes looked up at the Khal before her. She was lost. She couldn't communicate with the other wolf, how was she even going to promote herself. "Si tir ti renthisj dout ooble," Zhavvi let out, wanting the other to know that she wasn't a mute or stupid.

The slender female shook her head, showing how frustrated she was. She wanted to communicate but she couldn't. She wanted to show a light on her good side but she couldn't do that with words. She would have to be creative if she wasn't shelter with this Khal and his Khalas. Her young mind raced, one solution was there, one she absolutely hated. Was she going to lower herself like that? Would she lower her pride like that? Zhavvi swallowed, feeling the wound on her neck ache. She wanted to live so the female then lowered herself and exposed her belly to show the male that she really wanted to be in his pack. She was already lean, with bare to no body fat. She wasn't stubborn enough to let herself die because of the pride she cherished.