Weaving a story of pity

[Dawali Amara]

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Those strange eyes were diverted to the ground after Mahlouk had confirmed that he had chosen to make his den here. Every sentence he spoke convinced the red wolf male that the pale and scarred wolf in front of him was not retarded, although obviously damaged in some way. His language skills were broken, and his face so emotionless, though his demeanor was not threatening despite his rough appearance. It puzzled Dawali, and he felt a strange affection rise within him, similar to the one he felt when he encountered the children of the tribe. Not entirely the same, as the children were much more impulsive and talkative (at least the ones he'd met so far), and quite hyperactive, where this grown - though young - male was calm and quiet. Though, there was a sense of helplessness about his way of speaking, and his way of acting in the presence of Dawali. Spontaneously, Mahlouk for the first time offered another sentence of himself, and then turned to walk in the direction of where he had come from. At first, Dawali hesitated, although then followed, though at a distance. If the torch made the young male uncomfortable, Dawali didn't want to contribute by keeping it too close to him. Even though he was the sub-leader of this pack, he felt no need to demand immediate respect and obedience, submissiveness - no, at this moment he felt a great urge to pay the strange scarred he-wolf his respect, though he did not know whether he deserved it at all. The red wolf male said nothing, simply followed a three yards behind Mahlouk, waiting for him to explain, or point out their destination.

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