Hoshor Plains Does not compute

He was caught in a strange web of annoyed and attracted to the wolf's nonchalant manner. It annoyed him deeply that he simply shrugged this off, as if it was nothing! As if they wouldn't be prosecuted for doing...this. He claimed that he was tending to his wounds, but Zoratto and Azzaro both knew that it was more than that. But it was strangely attractive. Rhoa curse him, it was. The Dotharan were fierce and defiant, but he had never met any who threw tradition and culture to the wind so recklessly. It was a breath of fresh air.

But that still didn't excuse the risks. He let Azzaro's nose rest on his cheek, silently savoring the action, but his voice rumbled as he spoke again through gritted teeth. "But what if someone does see? Then what?" If it was a coyote slave, then killing it would be no problem at all; he had done it before, after all. But if it was another Dotharan...then what would they do? Run?