You're not sure where exactly in this part of the forest he lives, but you remember he said this was his territory when he brought you here and it was heavily marked to prove it. Just about every tree, large plant, or large rock had been pissed on, pooped on, or had sweat or some kind of musk rubbed on it. Even his spit was potent enough to scent mark. You remember one time when he wanted to prove it. He drooled all over his arm and told you to smell it, but since he was already completely filthy, you couldn't tell a difference. So, he grabbed your arm and slobbered all over that instead. You could definitely tell then. Not to mention you spent the next three days with an arm that smelled like his bad breath.
"Roth?" you called out the gnoll's name. "Hey Roth. You here?"
"Jake, how's it goin'." You hear coming from up ahead. You see the gnoll come from behind a tree and walk up to you, his odor getting getting a bit stronger as he got closer. It seemed like this was one of your good days for hanging out with him. If it wasn't just him getting this close to you would have made you a bit sick.
"I'm fine. How're you?" You reply.
"Good, just markin' the place right now." He says with a smile across his muzzle, giving you a glimpse of his dark yellow fangs. "Speaking of which, since you're here, can I mark you?"
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