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Current Objective:Heading to wash ---
Form: Optime----
Mood: Neutral---
Grooming, this just wasn’t something he was used to. Cleaning himself yes, grooming himself no. Other people grooming him? God no. Although she seemed to recognize in her voice just what he was talking about, he had never mated simply because to him it was illogical to do so, and thankfully he had escaped the Nomads before they had forced such things upon him; and they would have. Which lay to question just what X’y would do when mating season came and X’ies sought not to take on a mate because none were worth his time? He imagined punishment, probably harsh punishment. Although…her next line of questioning laid out an entirely different path. One that X’ies hadn’t suspected her to arrive at. It would seem that his friend had noticed his contemplation earlier concerning her and her safety. About just how dangerous it would be to start discussing certain things with her about her fellow pack mate. But it seemed that she had linked this conversation with that and led It to…
” Does she think I’m attracted to her?”
It was an interesting thought to say the least, X’y was strong and whilst her mental capabilities did not match his he didn’t think that was down to inherit genetics but rather due to the differences in how they had been brought up. He had trained his mind, she her body. Indeed if there was to be one she was a suitable candidate, but till this moment of mentioning, it had not crossed his mind. However, she was a creature who had experienced love, and X’ies in his pitiless logic could not give her that even if they were to join. Purposefully he would neither confirm, nor deny her suspicions. ” There is only one female in the pack”. He stated, at this point having no prior knowledge of her run in with the Jackal ( and for the sake of continuity that shouldn’t be mentioned either).
" And she does not belong to me"
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