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pookyhorse — Rask son of Spitfire

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Description Rask scanned the edge of the tribe territory. His snub nose quivered as scents blew in. None of them were interesting. He was in his third year as a bachelor and he was seeking a mate. He had been driven out to the edge of his home as he entered puberty, a treacherous period for the males. It hit them hard and made them blind with aggression and pain. He had grown from a lanky boy to a man. He’d rub tusks with the other bachelors and tussle for practice. Sometimes the women wanted them to fight for her favors.

There was nobody here though. Only the stink of other desperate men. He heard the soft pattering of feet behind him. It was a younger bachelor who was nosing into Rask’s business. He found it bold and charged at the youngster. He received instant gratification when he ran off. He had become top male here, working his way up the ranks as he grew older. The older ones before him had paired up. Now it should be his turn. He wanted a mate and he wanted to go home. He missed his family sorely.
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