Weaving a story of pity

[Mahlouk]

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The male wolf lay with his head on the ground and boo between his legs. His ears moved around and his tail twitched reslessly. He kept listening to the sounds around him they were reminding him of the past. Mahlouk's stomach churned from the memories of preist wolfs leaning over him during the day carving into his skin the whole pack watching them save the stories of the pack. So to make sure he didn't bleed out they left him there on the ground all night alone except for boo, listening to the sounds all around him, praying for morning to come. Mahlouk pulled his paws closer to his head bringing boo closer. The whole time his face staied blank. The only since of uncomfort was his shifting pupiless eyes. The smell of wolf made his heart beat faster. Were they a pack wolf? Would they know he was part of the pack if they were? Or would they chase him out not knowing the lady Ayegali had let him stay. The scent and sound of the wolf moved ever closer until the bright light of fire could be seen. Mahlouk didn't move his head from the ground. "They won't notice us boo." The male wolf told the teddy bear.

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