Hoshor Plains Does not compute

Zoratto stepped back a bit to look fully at the other's eyes. He did not claim to be the most poetic, for he stumbled across some half-assed, generic poetry lines to describe Azzaro's eyes in his head before he came back to reality. The older wolf's plan had slipped subconsciously into his head, and it was plausible, he guessed. They were not close enough from the pack to have anyone coming close to investigate them, and why would anyone object to that?

His fur was close to bursting into flames when Azzaro mentioned "it". He hadn't thought of this relationship, this very young relationship, blossoming into something like that so soon. He was more worried about being caught in a romantic relationship with another man, and a free one at that. "I suppose..." He mulled over his thoughts for a moment. "No one would object to two young males starting to bond and be with each other more." Dotharan society encouraged that in an almost hypocritical way. "We could go out hunting together, guard the borders and the pack...and no one would be none the wiser."