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He could feel Mojave tense and his muscles tighten as he relaxed into the taller oaf, rounded ear flicking idly as the dull thumping of Mojave’s heart quickened. Why is– The man had begun to ask, though figured he knew the answer anyhow. After rolling his eyes, dark fur bunched in thick rolls as he lifted himself and pulled away.

This wasn’t to say he had moved anywhere. Rancor just didn’t like hearing the heartbeats of a homosexual. He’d only moved his head.

There was, however, an undeniable warmth that had spread from his paws and face to the rest of him. Whether this was from his proximity to the longer fur or because the wind blew the heat over their way he didn’t know. It did make him tired... But he would not fall asleep against a man. Well, I hope he did die. Very badly. It was no secret he hated that wolf.

Watching the weary desert man look around as though anticipating him did irk him some. If Amorak–Ceta forbid–was still out there, he’d kill him. He was probably in love with you. He’s gay, isn't he? All gay men liked every other man, obviously. I bet he was jealous. Rancor had only ever seen them interact negatively. He couldn’t say much about their homelife, but seeing your boyfriend act all cozy with some other.. Guy, would probably piss you off. He personally couldn’t imagine it, though.

Bringing up two paws to rest on the male’s tan coat, he nestled in. I’ve only ever seen normal animals. You know, foxes. Deer, bears. Wolves and the like. I’m sure Ferinine has many species that live there but I haven’t seen enough weird ones to believe you. Although, everything terrestrial was pretty weird to him. They didn’t have deer where he lived. You’d think a Narwhal was weird, if you saw it. I try to be open-minded. After some pause, he could not help but to laugh at his joke.