Hoshor Plains Does not compute

Azzaro was always a brazen, reckless beast. Sure, he had matured when he left Rhaesh Dahaan and traveled to these wilds, but deep in his heart, he knew that being a serious, sombre and severe wolf was not for him. He was not Khal Rakharo who was forever stoic, he had attempted that facade but in the end, it failed, it was simply not him. The time where he had to be the mature older brother was gone, here, he would become who he was meant to be.

Obviously, he didn't want to get caught for..doing whatever he was doing, but neither did he want to lie to himself that he wasn't one of them. Because he kind of was, and he didn't want to spend all his life pretending otherwise. He appreciated the culture and traditions of the Dotharan, just not those who stopped him from being what he was meant to be.

Azzaro didn't think Zoratto did either. The boy was just like him, the Gamma presumed, and he was afraid of how he felt, which was normal, but fear got you nowhere. Nowhere at all.

The boy did not jump away this time, and Azzaro's nose rested gently upon the green eyed youth's cheek. But the moment of silence was soon broken by the low voice of his companion. "We can act for now, we can say I'm simply tending to your various wounds since I have some knowledge of healing, having a healer as my brother. Besides," the older male of the two lifted his head and fixed his ivory gaze on the other Dotharan's face, "it's not like we're going to do it right now. We haven't even gotten to know each other yet."

A smirk curled at his lips as Azzaro regarded Zoratto with a rare sort of rough gentleness, "What do you want? We can do it your way."