OOC/WC
Shawchert was not home, however he did hear the knock, he had been in one of the trees working on a small project that didn't seem to be working out that well, and as it turned out it fell from the top of the tree. Grumbling under his breath he climbed down and landed on his roof. He walked over to where the door was and sat down. Looking down he frowned at the white man.
“Come to give me more baked things again?”
He asked shallowly, that was before he spotted the young one next to the man, his icy stare softened and he wondered where she had come from. It wasn't Sky's she was far too old and Shaw would have known about a pup being born within the pack, wouldn't he? He looked down, wondering what the man wanted to say. He had heard and smelled that Sky had left the pack, and not came back, but Shaw knew that she had someone to worry about her without him going into a fit. Maybe that was what the man wanted. He stayed sitting on the roof, he would get down at the right moment, but for now he was having far too much fun, he'd make the man crane his neck for a little longer before climbing down. Shawchert knew he should treat his own pack mate with better care but he was still hurting with his pride about being beat up by a scrawny little writer.
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