As if Mitch and Dale are no longer seen by Alan the Indian dog’s attention rests fully upon Stacy. His moist red shaft slides out another inch as the bitch passes close enough to whisper into his ear as she goes to get the potions. Tail wagging rapidly now at being told to stay and be a good dog Alan does just that waiting and looking as if being apart from Stacy is causing him pain. But every canine knows males are forbidden from entering the female dorm. Dancing partly as if having gone crazed and unable to stand still Alan whines softly looking as if he would run into the female dorm if Stacy so much as whistled. Mitch and Dale say something but if the talking is heard at all by Alan he gives no sign. As Stacy comes back out with the potions Alan barks loudly and happily tail wagging so rapidly it looks like it might come off. Looking as if he will drop to all fours and go feral he comes close to jumping upon his girl friend to shower her with greeting licks as if he had not seen her for months. But at a look from Stacy Alan is suddenly the picture of calm standing meekly till she signals that he should do anything. His bit of hypherness having happened in only a few seconds Mitch and Dale might not have even noticed if they had been in conversation with each other or looking in a different direction. Amused look upon the female’s muzzle she acts coy turning her attention to Mitch and Dale while Alan watches her every movement. His nostrils quivering as he saviors every whiff of female scent in the air. And yet he does not just smell Stacy being this close to the female dorm. Never having noticed all the different female musk’s in the air Alan’s nose begins working over time as the air almost takes on a physical form as the male’s over whelmed mind tries to sort out each different scent and the location of it’s source.