10-24-2010, 07:55 PM
Noah had taken a path that his father had not. His father was the one on the path of drinking and smoking. Noah refused to touch the stuff. It ran in his blood to be addicted to the stuff, his body told the story of what happened when his family feed into the vices. Nothing happened that was worth being happy about, the male paw slipped into a path, seeing an older track maybe by the wolves before him, the male stopped focusing with his good eye as he moved his paw into the sunken in track as he looked at it, his mind spilled thinking of the lands he had came from. Where his father was, where his family was. Noah stood there paw within the paw print that was upon the ground making a silent promise to him-self that he would figure out what tainted his father to the point of such madness. Surely his brother still called these lands home. Noah sighed as he lifted his paw up; it had messed up the older print, with a shake of his head the male moved further along the path that was laid out in front of him. Something would come along that would make being here worth leaving his mother, his brother and his sister.