Otter Creek Konk-la-ree

For Altair, lone male wolves were one thing. Not all Shah's trusted the male company they kept. After all you had to allow these brutes to share the same home as your wives. For a beautiful untapped she-wolf to be roaming freely around the flatlands on her own accord. It just seemed so strange, as if this park was worlds apart from what he was used to. From what he was taught.

Once again he found himself trying to explain. Confused as to how she could have been raised without this knowledge. Had her parents neglected to tell her other things too like how to fight or hunt? "I do not have a Shah... not anymore." It was a painfully spoken sentence and the tawny hellion did not dwell on it. His muzzle lifted once again wondering if his muttering to himself may have offended her? Perhaps because she felt rejected by Altair? Which was of course not the case at all. Nearing the she-wolf of ivory once more extended his muzzle aiming to try to rub the right side of his maw against the left side of her neck in affection. It was his way of complimenting her, to show that in his god's eyes she was beautiful and worthy.