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Mahlouk finally saw who the women was under her irritation and weariness. Nodding his head in respect he dropped his gaze from her showing his respect for the female finally. Her words made his large ears flick as he listened. It wasn't her standing that made him stand down from being some what stuborn, but her change to ask him what she wanted to know. "Mahlouk is able to say he is no stranger here. Savina, Naniko, and Jazper are of his aquaintance." His deep voice rumbled and his eyes stayed respectfully on the ground. In his pack he had been told from birth that he was the lowest and would stay that way. The cast in his tribe had been cruel and you couldn't live it out, he was nothing but a walking reminder to the tribe of what they had to do to get where they were. The scars.

"Mahlouk can't do much. He can tell stories, and he can remember things." He remembered more sometimes then he would like. Expecially his meetings with Jazper. A shiver went through his body and mentally he crammed those thoughts away. "Mahlouk knows how to take pain, that is what he is best at." He said it bluntly because it was the truth. It had been something he had learned how to do quickly or the scars alone would have killed him.

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