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Young Prince. The words caused him to turn his head, although he had heard the footfalls of the male and his scent had made its way up into Pripyat's nostrils moments before the other spoke. Bright eyes regarded the other, his posture, his one blind eye and the smoky color of his fur. He knew this wolf in the way he knew many of the Phoenix Valley members, only because he was the leader's son and that put him in a place to know everyone without really knowing them at all. He saw them coming and going from the ranch when they wanted his parents. He saw them at pack gatherings. He smelt them on the land. He knew their names. Yet he never really spoke to many of them. Still, they were family, because Phoenix Valley was still, and would always be, home. "Noah.”
The boy turned his whole body then and bowed his head low to the man who outranked him with age if not actual rank. Pripyat was still learning to live with the ranks, holding his first adult rank only recently. Before his father had bestowed Tueris upon him he had been nothing. A Tyro. A Tyke. A child. Now he was expected to be among the adults, and act as they did. Pripyat did his best, but his youthfulness couldn't help but break through. “I am no Prince.” He halfway smiled as he mulled over the concept. Jefferson did have the throne to Phoenix Valley, with his mother beside him as his queen, but he was still just Pripyat Soul. Child to the leader perhaps, but undeserving of the respect that his parents had obtained. He would have to, and wished to, gain his own rank, his own respect and not emerge out from Jefferson's shadow, although he had liked it there well enough mere months ago.
Raising his head once more, the smile faded from his face but his eyes remained merry. Pripyat was attentive then to Noah, though his mind was still in a distant land and he saw Noah not only in Phoenix Valley but miles away, past the ocean and it was there they spoke. “How are you today Noah? Well I hope.”
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