life is a battle

Short post is short. ;-;

It was a male that approached him, body held in a position that Skagos knew could only belong to a woman; or had been raised to think, at any rate. It was a bizarre thing, and it took the Doctore a hard and long moment in which to reel his instinct to attack the young boy parading around as if he were the Alpha (for all Skagos knew he could have been) into submission. Not even the Doctore were permitted to raise their tails, or their heads. They were allowed to exercise dominance over the slaves, but they had to be careful that an amazon did not see it as too much, as a challenge. Wrong, wrong, wrong, it repeated like a mantra in his head. Not only was it a male who approached him with the posture of a leader, but it was a young boy. Skagos understood that this must be one of those packs that believed in rank equality for both genders; but despite his curiousity he struggled to accept it. It was a lot harder than he'd imagined it might be. Stalwart the Doctore stood, receiving the child's (in Skagos' mind) question.

“Where is your leader?” He inquired, giving a question back in stead. “Where is the woman whose scent is the strongest?”