Hoshor Plains [birth] these gifts i bring

Yeah, I'm not concerned with posting order.

Tomahawk bit down hard on her own teeth as her gift mewled loudly. "It was a surprise!" she attempted to explain, and even as he asked the second question, the yet-unnamed father came into view. "Him!" The small child was dropped as Rakharo attacked the father of her gifts. She did not care what happened to his life. When the next year came around, she could find another to bring more gifts for the Khal. It had been easy with this one, and it would be just as easy with the next.

She rushed forward, picking Papref from the ground gently and attending to his wounds. It was not fair that he had to go through so much in such a short amount of time. Quickly, Tomahawk retreated to the den with her injured gift, holding him close to her chest. The others cried, wanting for warmth and milk. But to the largest three, she could give them no more. The slaves were meant to live, not the ones of mixed blood. And so she picked each one up and tossed them unceremoniously to the den opening. Rakharo could kill them, as he had planned. But she wanted him to give her offerings a chance.