A poisonous lizard crawling closer...

Zhavvi looked at the Khal before her. The words he spoke now didn't sound like one she knew but she could get the gist of it. She did know what No meant. "No Hoshor. No no Hoshor," she repeated and shook her head a bit, so far the bite mark on her neck allowed it. She was still on her back showing the other her tummy. She would need to learn English, pronto. Or at least this common tongue. She got a few words and she was quick to learn so hopefully she would learn the language soon enough. She didn't even know her father could have taught her english. But she was away from that pack now. Zhavvi would need to do it all by herself.

She slowly turned on her back and then looked up at the Khal. And then nodded. "Siilllverrtiiip," she repeated. She didn't even know his name! Silvertip Mountain was probably the name of his pack right? Or was it his name? What did he wished to be called? Khal? "Zhavvi.... Zhavvi.. no...," she struggled and then looked at the male with her green eyes. "Khal Siilverrtipp?," she asked to be sure, which basically meant Leader/King of Silvertip Mountain. Zhavvi curiously looked at the male hoping she would get what she was trying to ask. She didn't want to offend him and then get hurt again. She would need to get stronger first.