Hoshor Plains Does not compute

He licked once more at his scars before cocking an ear to a canine chuff. His pale eyes found an agouti wolf, all cream and dark browns, on the darker spectrum of the normal Dotharan wolf. They had similar faces, however. Pale eyes and a mask, though Zoratto's was the color of dried blood, while his was dark. He recognized the wolf, the third in command of the pack, but he did not know the wolf's name. He lowered his head in respect to his position, but kept a neutral body language otherwise. He was not that far beneath him.

"I never caught your name." He rumbled, his voice deep and slightly booming as he spoke softly. He always had a deep voice, even though he had not yet reached his sexual maturity. He was a week or so from being a year old, but he did not look the part, among Dotharan. He was lanky and thin, though he was tall. His body was more feminine than masculine, but he did his best to offset that. He looked the wolf over again and found himself lingering at certain features. This wolf was...attrac- NO. He isn't. He's just another wolf. A superior.