Rising Sun Valley Branching out to other males

Zoratto was painfully inexperienced when it came to female interaction, barring Navi and Eshinni. He did not feel sexual attraction towards the young girl; he felt like he was an older brother to her, rather than her future mate. He did admit that she was growing beautiful, but he would rather see her off to another male, someone they both trusted, and she loved, hopefully. Eshinni was an old crone, and he despised her, but not as much as he did her husband. But her. The khal's daughter. Zhavvi. The khalakki. She was a different breed of woman. He trembled, very slightly, when she said his name. And he thought he was tough.

The red-eared wolf gulped as she pressed closer. He could smell her better now, and she smelled wonderful. His tail began to dance behind him, but he forced himself to lower it. What if the khal saw? "Ah..." He began. Svabol tira wux tepoha persvek ricin, khalakki?