Spotted Eagle Mountain Or letting people close

Living a life without words meant that certain senses would be stronger over others. Khaba had grown use to tiring out his eyes and ears more than anything else. So when new scents were carried by the air, the mazoi did take notice until the imperator gestured towards the scarred trunk.
Shifting closer, he placed both forepaws along the bark and ran one through the marks, testing to see if they would match similarly to his own. 
The answer was no. 
A hard gaze befell Germanicus. Slipping back down on all fours, he shook his head. These were not marks made by wolf.