Sorry for the pp on Zalen Nat. I can change it if it's not okay.
Was the silver male supposed to forgive every one of the crimes that they had done upon his heart and soul? The last moons time was hard on him, but it had taught him something very important. The lesson was to trust no one but your-self, believe in no one but your-self.
The male lifted his head hearing the call at the border, he snorted. Borders were not a welcomed task by him. Border meant that some one that shouldn’t be in the lands was there and they always wanted something. He rolled his good ear back as he looked up to the now towering shadow over him. The black male leader, the very same male that not that long ago pulled him though the pack and pushed his face into the mud and stood upon his head. Noah’s head jolted back and away from the touch, he just looked at the black leader with a blank look. ”Don’t….please” The male spoke about being touched, he was changed and touching was not something that he wanted. Frankly he didn’t want anyone right down to Soran touching him.
He knew better then to be demanding, it was more of a passive statement, maybe a hint of a request. He was not about to anger the black male once again. He served his time from the last crime he had committed, he didn’t want another month of exile from the pack.
The male rolled to his three feet as he shook off some of the dead grass that was on his silver pelt. ”If you wish.” Noah spoke truthfully. Frankly he didn’t want to be near the black leader. He was no longer the Omega and no longer the jester of the pack. He wasn’t that much higher, but he was no longer the one member that the pack could laugh at, play with, or snap at when they were in a foul mood.
The male took a step back allowing the black male lead the way to his borders. He was assuming this trip was a lesson upon how he wanted the borders handed.
Coming up to the border he stood back letting the male step up, though his blue Sawtooth eyes lay upon the female at the borders…it was like a ghost from his past. He snorted and shook his head. It must have been a head game that someone was playing on him.
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