Hoshor Plains Does not compute

Azzaro had never thought he was different, he was drawn to females when they were in heat, he wanted to couple with them, he was no different to other Dotharan. But that was until he met a new Ko of his father's Khalas, his name was Sajo and the moment he strode into their camp, Azzaro had a strange feeling that only happened when he had a crush of females. Ever since that time, he knew but he didn't care. He had never cared what others thought about him, why should he care now? As long as no one knew about his relationship with men, he would be fine. Besides, if he mounted females just as often as other Dotharan did, no one would suspect him.

Like there was anything to suspect him of in first place.

As soon as his tongue touched Zoratto's wound, he jumped away from him and stared at him with accusing green eyes, hissing words at him. Azzaro straightened up and glanced at his companion, "I'm caring for a packmate's wounds, is there anything wrong with that?" he said carelessly with a shrug of his shoulders. "Besides, as long as no one sees us, it's fine," with that, he strode forward and touched his wet nose gently to Zoratto's cheek if he allowed it.