Psychedelic Journey

"Secret." The young brute called, approaching his pack mate with his tail raised at half mast and his ears perked up. Fearless, even while talking to a superior. He had gone to ask her to train him, to teach him to fight like a true Tortugan, but it seemed he had interrupted her and another wolf. "Who is this?" he asked warily, looking the male over and taking note of his markings. Strange. He kept his head raised around the stranger, setting out to prove his dominance. Although he was still classified as a pup, he was already two years old, and had a mate, this wolf didn't even have a pack. He was the superior male here.

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