Otatso Wetlands Let me think about it

After Zhavvi had her fill and moved away from the body of the fawn, Lavakho moved in to grab his fill.  Long teeth stripped meat away from the bone as the warrior tore into the remainder of the kill. The rip of sinew and the crack of bone saturated the air around the eager eater. Luckily for him, Zhavvi (being small and still young) left quite a heaping helping for the male to claim for himself, which was a definite necessity because of his large size.  

"Jaci geou qe wer irral ekes vucot," said Lavakho with a muffled mumble, as large chunks of meat hung from both sides of his muzzle.  Table manners and the Dotharan mixed like oil and water, which was obvious by the way Lavakho tore into Zhavvi's kill, ripping it to shreds with the grace of a cat on roller-skates.  "Si jikahshi jaci geou qe lae lotoc ihk wux lae si mi," he added as he swallowed the remainder of the fawn's flesh.  Zhavvi was right, she did need the practice.  Maybe it was the right time for his brother to loosen his grip on the growing girl, she was quickly becoming a woman after-all.