Weaving a story of pity

[Mahlouk]

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Mahlouk sighed his head resting on the ground only his butt fitting into his den. He never made one before and was sure it worked. Boo sat between his paws snuggled up against the male wolf. "Boo Mahlouk doesn't like the dark, he wishes his den was bigger." His face albet emotionless his heart was thumping wildly in his chest. Even if he knew how to protect himself and could protect himself from a preditor, Mahlouk didn't comprehend that and was still ultimatly afraid of the dark. In his wolf form he pushed Boo closer to his head that lay on the ground. The night noises made him tense and his pupilless eyes look out into the woods wondering where the noises were coming from. Even if he was probably the scarriest looking thing out here he wasn't the bravest. Fear coiled in his young belly. "Boo Mahlouk is afraid." His deep lumbersoum voice projecting out as he lay in his small den.

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