Something about the male was strange to him. The way he held himself, the way he looked at him. Mahlouks large ears lay back on his head as his blank blue eyes watched the brown male. The scarred male was sure he felt Savina glare at his back when he spoke up. Maybe he shouldn't have? Was he not able to speak here either? Embarrassment consumed him and he dropped his gaze to the large brown teddy bear at his feet, still showing nothing of what he felt. He was sure the brown male was just as unhappy with his presence as the sable women behind him.
Sitting there with his gaze down cast and a blank expression he always carried on his scarred face. Mahlouk kept contemplating if he should just leave, but would that be worse then just sitting there? What if this stranger wasn't here on good intentions? Not that Mahlouk thought he was, he seemed more intent on talking. Mahlouk was far from a coward, he just didn't know how to sociolize well. Listening to them he learned this man was the leader of Pheonix Valley, one of the other packs, and that he knew and old pack member. All stuff that Mahlouk couldn't relate with.
He remembered the male Dwalia in AniWaya telling him he should look people in the eyes, that it wasn't rude to do so. Looking up at Jefferson again he had the urge to go closer to the male, but he staied put and didn't keep his eyes on him for long. Was there much here in Crimson Dreams? There was Jazper, his mate. Yet he didn't get to see him that often, so it left Mahlouk quit lonely. It wasn't anyones fault but his own. There were many wolves to talk to, become friends with, he was just to afraid to look for friendship and get rejection.