Sorry for the wait on this my love!!! And shush, your posts are always great 
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The ebony female had made herself quite comfortable laying on the mossy ground, her head propped up so that she might better look at the silvered male, the one who had the answers to so many of her own questions, the one that her old lover's blood flowed through. He was so terribly scarred, she wondered what had happened to him, were the old wounds part of the reason that he stuttered so? Perhaps the speech impediment was psychological? Had he been injured because of speaking? Or was it more sinister than that, had he simply been injured and then had found that he had lost his voice. The ebony female would not have put it past some of the wolves in the lands to have simply beaten him violently, helping him to lose his vision, a limb, and part of an ear. It was such a shame for the silvered male, from the look of him, he could have had a powerful voice, he could have become a tall, broad male, he was perhaps a shadow of what he could have been, what an awful fate to have to endure. However the female could see that he did indeed have a good heart, he was kind and noble, the female was sure that his mother would be so proud of him, he seemed to have overcome his troubles very well. He was obviously valued within the lands, had he not been a pack would not have taken him in, the female knew well enough that the packs were often welcoming and kind, but that one had to prove their worth to be allowed to stay. It was funny, in another life she could have been this male's mother, than again in another life she could too be as scarred as he, she had almost lost her ear after all, and with the scar crossing her own face through her left eye it had been simply luck that she had not been blinded, she had closed her eye at the very right moment, perhaps she and this young grey male were not so different after all. She watched him as he began to speak, keen for the answers she had wanted for so long, the male seemed to know enough about his mother that Soran might gain some important information, she hoped that he would know what had happened to her. She still missed her pale lover, her heart still ached for her daily, any small clue as to where her former mate might be would be of an immense help to her, even if it was just to ease her wounded heart, knowing the female was safe and well would be enough.
He began to speak, explaining that Lucifer had thrown her out of the pack, that made sense, of course he would have done, the ebony female had never trusted him, he had never been the most stable of wolves, no doubt in a fit of jealousy he had thrown her from the pack, betraying her. She hated the ebony male then, throwing her former lover from her pack, leaving her to fend for herself after she had given her his heart, given him pups, Soran had never found herself hating him before, she had simply not trusted him, not liked him, but now she did hate him, how could he have done that to her pale love? She nodded as the male spoke, drinking in what he was saying, so she had been the creator of Phoenix Valley, she had been the one who had created that pack. And she had left once another had become leader, things were starting to make a lot more sense now, perhaps she had disliked the new leader and had chosen to leave, that would have made sense. She listned carefully, before musing over what to reply, the male was clearly finding it difficult to tell her these things, his speech impediment was a rather pronounced one, no wonder he did not speak much, but the ebony female was patient, she would have waited an age for him to tell the story, she did not mind his pauses, his stutterings, she would more than happily have laid here for the whole time listening to the silver tripod speak. He was telling the story well, despite his reluctance to speak.
"I see, and what happened after that Noah? What happened to your father? And your mother? Where did she go?" The lady asked, so curious about what had happened in her absence.
