Dhiate's cloudy blue eyes widened in shock. He had gotten licked... By a guy! This dude did realize that they were both males, right? It shocked him more than anything. Where he had come from, everything was strict. Traditions were followed as if their lives depended on them. And in the pack, it did. That was why Dhiate's parents had died the death of traitors. So, that made the simple action of a lick across the same gender's face wrong right?
Whatever. There would be time to think of that later. Right now, his eyes were trained on the male. Dhiate couldn't help but notice the way those muscles rippled beneath a shiny pelt, how those eyes burned with a fire. For some reason he couldn't understand, Dhiate wanted to please this guy. Wanted to make him smile and laugh... But he didn't even know his name! He felt like a stupid little adolescent girl! It really rubbed him the wrong way. He didn't understand what was going on at all.
That tone of voice. It made his eyes harden with irritation. Who was he to talk to him this way? Then it hit him. Wait. He was leaving? Although a smirk of indifference was plastered on his face, he felt it was a betrayal. This wolf welcomed him with open arms, took care of him, and made him become so confused, just to leave. It filled him with an unknown sorrow, and an anger. He put on a face that said, I don't care. Leave if you want to. He couldn't bring himself to show how much it hurt him. How much he feared being alone.
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