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Mahlouk kept holding Boo between his teeth gently as he listened to the beautiful she wolf. Her kindness was something he hadn't seen much of in his old tribe. He had known love, but it had been survival of the fitest. The young male wolf remembered when he got one of his scars better then most. It was the giant 7 on his shoulder. He remembered holding Boo tightly between his paws and one of the bears arms in his maw. It had enraged one of the priests that he had carried such a weak item as a teddy bear.
The priest had pulled boo so hard away from Mahlouk that the bears arm and ripped right off. Usually having boo would keep Mahlouk from showing any pain during the scarrings, but when they ripped boo away he had cried the whole time they carved into him and sauterized the wound. His mother had been furious with the priests and had fixed boo that same day returning the bear to her son and holding him in her loving arms. If there was anyone Mahlouk missed it was his mother and her loving arms.
"Mahlouk would like to learn. Boo would like it too." He said with a happy tone but still a blank emotionless face. The leaders words made the male wolf wag his tail, his only true sign of great happiness and excitment. "Mahlouk and Boo will do good. We won't do bad." His large thick fluffy tail swaying behind him. So many things raced through his head. He felt like he was wanted, more then to be a walking canvas of the past. "Mahlouk wonders if he can hunt? He always wanted to hunt with his tribe, but was never aloud." His light blue pupilless eyes staied on this women, already feeling like he was accepted. His large deer skin collar swayed as he shifted from foot to foot.
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