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WC:311 OOC: Set by the borders, Shaw's in optime and has a small ferret on his shoulder 
It was just another day, Shawchert was patrolling as usual, the ferret he had found was getting bigger, but not my much. She was smart, quite clever and was such a help especially when he missed a track, she could find it. Her small eyes could see the things that Shaw had missed. She could even speak high speech though it wasn’t as articulate as anything some of the pups could speak, but she got her point across. Shaw’s mind was on his daughter, the one who thought she knew how the world worked. Shawchert was angry, and wasn’t happy when he heard about her trip. He knew he’d do what he could to keep Titania from getting hurt, and from the way she sounded, she’d fall hard if thing didn’t go the way she thought they should.
Shawchert moved through the trees silently, watching the borders, and looking for what activities went on around it. Nothing really seemed to have happened since the night before. It was a good thing, to him at least Things were quiet again, nothing out of the ordinary, and the wolves within the pack were able to have their normal lives. Just like Shaw had wanted it. This made him happy, he had only wanted what was best for the others, and yet he didn’t see that entirely until after he had left his position as a leader and became a normal member, finally doing whatever he could to keep everyone safe. He tapped his sword hilt with his thumb, it was the only other thing he wore besides the loincloth that covered anything private. Shawchert only wore it because it would look strange just to wear a belt with a sword on it. He figured he would aquire Bangle’s taste in clothes, even though some thought of Bangle as a strange man.