Don't think I can take this torture

[Mahlouk]

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Mahlouk sat and stared at Boo. All he could think of or see was Jazper, hell his coat reaked of him. Getting up he stalked a circle around the area his face never revealing any emotion, a steal cage against what he was feeling. He wanted so much to be near the male, this place was always so desolate of company, but he wanted to be around Jazper, or even a welcoming female to talk to. Mahlouk remembered Catherine and grimaced. That female had been strange, and her animals to social for Mahlouks taste.

Sitting down he was having an over review of his last encounter with the sable male when a female voice called out from about two feet from Boo's stump. She wouldn't be able to see Mahlouk from the other side of the foliage, but as he stepped out to see her he was sure she did then. A blank face looked at the women, his Azure eyes questioning. The scent of the female made his ears perk forward. A female from Jazpers pack?

"Mahlouk is here." His deep voice rumbled as he walked closer, the leather collar at his throat gingling ever so slightly. As he walked to stand before her, taller and much bigger than the female he couldn't help but wonder if she would notice how much he smelt like the sable male and her pack. To him the smell was a comfort until his next visit to Jazper, to her it might be worrisom.

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