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Every one shared something, Noah had made the choice not to. Noah believed that by coming here into these pack lands, he was starting new and starting fresh. The male did not want to bring up bad memories of what he had left be hide in the lands where his mother and father where still living in. The male was just glad that he was able to look to Tala and Rendall to support, not only physically but also emotional. He was thankful to have the two females on each one of his sides. The silver male lowered his head as he looked to the two females. Sighing, as he heard all the stories that everyone had to share. He shook his head as the pack told there stories. The male shot a sorry look to the pack member that helped him get into the pack she seemed to be fighting with her own issues about what to say, Noah knew that she had some issues in her past, but he couldn’t tell her that she needed to open up, after all he was the one that just sat there while every one else talked. The silver male knew that she would not want his pity, or anyone else. He sighed kicking a leg up to his side itching.
When the next question was brought up the male thought, what would be looking forward to? He did not know, what was there to look forward to? No one would want him as a mate; he was a cripple with a bad stutter. He had found one soul that did care for him and his stutter and all, well that was before he came down with the stutter. He sighed softly looking to the two females on either side of him. ”Living.” After all another year that was lived was another year that he could tell the tale to someone else about these lands.
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