Noah had taken a path that his father had not. His father was the one on the path of drinking and smoking. Noah refused to touch the stuff. It ran in his blood to be addicted to the stuff, his body told the story of what happened when his family feed into the vices. Nothing happened that was worth being happy about, the male paw slipped into a path, seeing an older track maybe by the wolves before him, the male stopped focusing with his good eye as he moved his paw into the sunken in track as he looked at it, his mind spilled thinking of the lands he had came from. Where his father was, where his family was. Noah stood there paw within the paw print that was upon the ground making a silent promise to him-self that he would figure out what tainted his father to the point of such madness. Surely his brother still called these lands home. Noah sighed as he lifted his paw up; it had messed up the older print, with a shake of his head the male moved further along the path that was laid out in front of him. Something would come along that would make being here worth leaving his mother, his brother and his sister.
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Things were moving along nicely, the pack was settling in, and he was learning the ins and outs of Nova Scotia. It was working out so nicely for him. He was a happy wolf, very content even more so with Orin in the pack, she seemed to be taking a lead in making that dream come true. It was a great sight, there was just so much to do yet.
He walked along, with a smile on his face, his flute was in his hands and he was thinking of what to play before he put the instrument to his lips. He played a very happy tune, something that was fast, where he could do a nice jig right there if he wanted to mess up his whole song, but he didn’t and he just kept playing as he moved along
He’d been playing for a while when something ahead of him caught his eye, it was another wolf, well he was sure to make some introductions. He grinned and moved forward, hoping not to scare the wolf as he had quite a bit of height on him.
Hello there!
He said his flute away from his mouth when he spoke, he hoped the wolf would be welcome, he’d met some that weren’t so welcome at all, and he’d felt this would possibly be a good encounter.
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The sound was soft, but it was far from caterwaul. No in fact if the male was able to hear better he might have been willing to move his tail and rear around. Sadly thing wouldn't happen either. He was able to hear some of it, but it sounded like it was being muted by something. The male moved his ears upon there base. Finding roughly where the sound was coming from. Turning his head to look at the sound, there was a were male standing there in front of him playing away of some sort of musical instrument. The gray male found a small smile and offered it up to the male as he moved with his body to face him slowly.
”Hu..hu..hello.”
Noah Sawtooth hated the sounds of his voice fighting to get the words out of his mouth. He knew what he wanted to say, it was just getting the words to come out of his mouth as clearly as they where thought out in his head.
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it seemed that the wolf was either scared to see him or happy, he saw the smile which was a good sign for shawchert, he’d had lots of luck with meeting new wolves and canines of all sorts, he was starting to make friends and it seemed this one would be one as well. He returned the smile, but the words that came out were a slight stutter as though the wolf was afraid of him. Shawchert hoped that wasn’t the case though, he was not a bad wolf or anything.
Nice day for a walk isn’t it?
He said cheerfully, indicating the overcast sky, it was not raining… hailing… or snowing so that was a perfect day for him. He looked at the other wolf to see if he agreed with him, his welcome smile still on his face.
My name is Shawchert by the way.
He said offering his name, and bowing. He waited for the other to introduce himself, and wondered if this was a wolf who was a loner like Shawchert had once been up until his own formation of a pack, something that he could say to his dying day was his proudest moment. He couldn’t smell any other wolves on him, nor a scent that indicated he was of a pack so he assumed this was surely a lone wolf taking his course through life alone, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t make friends and share stories now could it!
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I sorry I suck 
Test test test.
Noah knew that he had every right to be scared of just some random wolf. He had the scent of nothing all over him, so if someone was going to kill him and shred him, no one would miss him nor would anyone come looking for him. Yeah he was some one’s child and maybe at one point he was someone’s lover but now…he was nothing. However Noah pushed on with a smile and offer it up to any one, and he would keep his ground the best he could for a half blind and nearly deafen wolf.
His words came out of his mouth chopped up and so hard to understand, he missed the days where he could just say something and everything without stuttering, or missing a beat. Now he was left to only hope that one day that he would find a cure to his illness. It was a hope but the Sawtooth male knew that he was left with this weight for the rest of his natural born life. His two blue eyes looked at the male; his head turned slightly hiding his soft blue eye that was missing the pupil. He felt shame about his own self.
Giving a nod, Noah’s eye looked quickly side to side not really moving his head, as he gave a nod. He didn’t want to talk he didn’t want to fight with his voice to say something without stuttering. The Loner didn’t want to be rude, but surely this Shawchert must have thought of him as such.Noah
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Shaw’s thoughts were actually much different from the wolves, he actually thought the poor guy scared or very shy, or even anti social, so Shawchert wasn’t going to push the wolf further if he didn’t want to. He just gave the wolf a nice smile.
Well it is good to meet you, I’m sorry for barging in like I did, I’ll leave if you want.
He fiddled with his flute, not sure if he should move away, but he didn’t want to seem too rude and just run off without anything from the other wolf. He could not tell any of this wolve’s handicaps at all, though it would make Shaw feel sorry for the wolf, he’d also come to respect him a little more for being able to survive this long.
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