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The chill had set in, it hurt him. His shoulder locked up and the male wasn’t sure how to keep it warm enough do the things that he needed to do. The white that would soon come and would cover the ground would make it harder and harder for him to see the grounds under his feet. He had a hard enough time seeing the ground without the blinding white snow. The male lay near the fire place in the house as he was nodding between the two worlds, he wasn’t sure if it was safe to allow him-self to sleep out in the open. The male had been digging a small lean way for him to sleep under out in the middle of the pack. He found one member that he didn’t mind having around him, but trusting members while he was sleeping was something of a different topic. Noah knew that to be a part of a pack meant you had to trust them, but that was something he had to have proven to him. He trusted his father and trusted in the pack and by trusting in the both of them he was left to be turned into a toy for his father and his father’s friends, they took turns kicking on him, attacking him. There were even pups that took turns learning the moves to kill upon him. He never raised a lip back; he just couldn’t find it in him.


A wooden smoky smell came to his as he gave a twitch of his nose; he was just assuming that someone started a fire for the chill of the night. The silver male lacked the skills to start a fire and to keep him-self warm. The silver brute stood up as he heard the howl of the leader. The Sawtooth male pushed him-self to stand up as he lowered his head down setting about his way. He wasn’t sure why he was going to go this call but he knew he had to work on trusting again, and that was going to be the hardest of things.


As he moved he could feel the other gathering around the area from where the call came from, the smell of the smoke came on stronger and stronger. The silver male slipped into the area, seeing the male that he knew as Jefferson. Then there was a female her eyes…she had the eyes of his mother. It killed him seeing those eyes. She seemed close to the leader her looks seem to have softness when looking at him. Then turning to finish looking around he saw a white male, the color of his mother the color of his brother. With eyes the shade of Chaos, one of his attackers. It seemed that he wouldn’t be able to get away from the memories that hunted his past that brought him to these lands. Finding a spot near the fire the male made sure to keep his bad eye hidden away from the other members that could see the pale blue eyes.

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