Hoshor Plains Does not compute

He hid the forbidden thoughts in his mind as he lapped at his wounds. To be in love with another male, to care for him and mate with him as if he was a female was reviled in Dotharan culture. It was drummed into him since the beginning. He always had a feeling that he was one of them. He had never gawked and cat-called at the women of his birth khalas, nor was he aroused in his later years when they went into heat. That revelation finally came to him when he found the female coyote, the translator, drenched in hormones that excited another male, but he himself was totally oblivious to. He watched them couple, and found himself staring purely at the older male, the Khasak, and started imagining things. He dare not think back to those. They did strange things to his body.

Zoratto was dragged out of his contemplative state by the sudden press of a foreign tongue on his wounds. He was startled to say the least, and jumped away from Azzaro's head, staring at him accusingly. "Are you mad?!" He hissed with worry, his eyes flitting about, hoping that no one saw them together. "We cannot do that, at all!"