Hoshor Plains A hunting we will go

His heart skipped a beat as their eyes met and he felt something similar to what he has felt when he first spotted Olive. He sucked in a slow and long breath, his nostrils flaring as he breathed in her scent. The tapping of her tail made his ears flick and he realized that it signalled when she was flustered, the realization making a small smile form on his maw. Finally she spoke to him and gave him new information that made him frown. Dirty blood? Back in his Homeland they'd had a similar term "Fola measctha" that meant mixed blood. It usually referred to a wolf mixed with the domestic canine or as they were casually called, dogs. It wasn't something that everyone had considered a bad thing but the nastier of wolves looked down upon them as lesser, like peasants to a king. It was something that disgusted Dakarai, to him all were equal except in terms of hierarchy, alphas were naturally more respected. "You're part dog?" He asked curiously, his eyes roaming her face and the parts of her body that he could see from his rolled over position. She quickly tried to change the subject into something more playful but he still remained calm, studying her.


After a few moments he simply shook his head and pressed his nose to the hollow of her throat, placing a quick lick there. "It isn't something that would deter me either way. You're still phenomenal" he whispered and then removed his muzzle from her throat. Once separated some he offered her a lazy grin "I'm much more spritely than you'd think for an old man" he teased, his tail tapping against the ground between his legs.