Down once more to the dungeon of my black despair
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The silver male felt like these lands where as close to home as he was going to get. Shifting his ears around upon his head the male lowered his head down drinking from the lake. Something about it made him thinking of his youth when he would sneak into his mother’s room and would get out her books and would take them sliding down the steps with them. He shifted his ear he heard step, he had hoped he wouldn’t have been spotted he was a loner, a beaten ran down loner. He didn’t have a care in the word, nor was there a reason for him to have one.

A sent sifted it way though the musk of the land though all the scent to find him. Noah was very sure he knew who that scent belonged to, but he wasn’t able really to put money on it. He lifted his head up making his good eye lock onto the target, the blue eye of his father, and blueish white eye of a victim moved back and forth trying to get an idea of what to look for. The Sawtooth male had enough vision left in that eye to make out shadows and it was its best in extreme light. Then he was made to make out a close idea shade wise of the fur, however lighter colors of grey he was always good as just guessing white.

At his brothers soft but clearly cool voice the male gave a nod, as he again lowered his head back down to the water’s bay lapping up a few drinks of water. Lifting his head up a bit the male kept his good eye upon his older brother, he wasn’t sure if time had changed him to be more like their father or not. Noah couldn’t deal with another member to disown him and punish him for trying to protect the pack from evil.


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