Hoshor Plains [birth] these gifts i bring

EDIT: So I guess I better finish things with this post.

It took several seconds for Rakharo to walk away from the pup. He did not want to do this, he wasn't some cruel savage, but there was no option. Eventually he did, turned around before thinking again and troted his way to Tomahawk's narrow den again where he grabbed another hybrid.

He shot an austere glance at Devil, which still laid in the wet floor. Pathetic, just like the rest of his species. That was the reason Rakharo had to kill these bastards. To clean his brother's name from this filth he had gotten himself into. Those were the only thoughts that fueled his necessity to get rid of the pups.

The second one was heavier, or at least it felt like that. He took the pup to where he'd left the first one, and after dropping him beside the still crying bundle, Rakharo looked around to see several large ravens lurking around, with clear interest in the unlucky brood.

The Khal decided to not think of it and turned around to go for the third one.

Just one more pup and he would not have to think about it again. He took it by the scruff and walked away yet once again, dark thoughts clouding him, and guilt eating him inside out. This time he had to go through a cloud of blackbirds that were already eating the first two. He didn't look at the remans, but he dropped the third, whinning baby right next to the others and walked away, the caws of Ravens almost making him insane.

It was done. Thre monsters were gone.

He would have three healthy, and luckily, loyal servants. None of them with bastard Dotharan blood in them.

Rakhro did not return to Tomahawk's birthing den. Instead, he went to find something to do to clear his mind. The scent of prey got to him, and he stalked away from his guilty thoughts.