"Vítejte doma, náš poskytovatel." She says as she dips her thumb into the white paint and smears it upon his forehead upwards in a straight line from amid his eyebrows to his hairline. I do not know what the mark signifies but I am aware it means something positive.
(Welcome home, our provider)
"Děkuji Vůdce." He thanks her as she delicately pats his chest in appreciation. She possesses a keen fondness for my male like a mother in a way. My male shifts to the right enabling her to do the same with the rest of the hunters whilst I am shocked by the apparent display of want boldly shown by the females their wanton scents pricking into my skin diving into my nostrils.
I watch the way Phobos cups a handful of fresh roughage and hands it up to Asger who hungrily devours it from his master's
