talking to my-self making friends with the shadows
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Moving back and forth at the border lines the male wasn’t looking for any one, nor was he expecting any one his thoughts where upon his growling stomach. It had been a few days since his last meal, and soon it would be time for him to feast again. However the diet of a sick mammal was never a good one, the meat was never as tender nor as tasty as what he would have liked but that was what a loner with blindness in one eye and hard of hearing was going to have to deal with unless someone kind enough took pity upon his poor soul and feed him something or took him in, surely it would have to be the first of the two. He was very much a broken down mule not really able to do much of anything other than pup sit or minor jobs like that. Really he wasn’t worth the ground that he walked upon, but he was alive and away from his father. He couldn’t stress over his own self worth any more he would have to work on moving up and on the years wasted in Unwritten.

Stopping the male sniffed the lands; he felt the movements of the lands under his paws. The scent of a lady moved closer and closer to him, she knew her role she was a prod member of the pack and she still had a bit of unsureness in her step. Lifting his head back up he pushed his two tone eye to look at where her steps where coming from too much pride still within him to admit that he had hearing issues and issues with sight and depth perception, he gave a slow nod of his head greeting her back. Then she asked his name, he wanted to shake his head and run away tail tucked but it was rude and he didn’t want her to think of him as a threat to the land. He lowered his head pushing out his words, hoping not to fight with his voice and stuttering with his words.”Noah.”


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