Life’s too short to even care at all

Noah · 03-22-2012, 10:19 AM

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The male was glad the punishment was over. The raise in ranks was a plus to him also. No more nips and tongue lashings, at least not from the members that was only (then) a rank above him. He was now equal with a handful of member, and that made the male a little more content, though there was still that rift between Deuce, and him-self. The male was waiting nothing to do with her, and he would make sure that he would not see her, or have to talk to her (if they happened to meet at a pack advent) Then there was the predetermined feeling that the silver male had about the black male leader. Noah was very sure that the male could not stand him (for whatever reason). Out of the four times the two had run into each other, only one was semi-pleasant.

Hopping up to the youthful leader female, the male looked at her inquisitive, as she lay upon her back, with her feet up. It was like she was rolling around and playing. Though with the sleepy yawn the male was able to figure out that she was just being at home and complete relaxed in her body. Watching her twist to where her paws where now touching upon the ground. The male dipped his maw in a sort of response to her greeting. The exile had changed the silver male, though if that was the mission of the black leader it was a success, though maybe it wasn’t since it had turned the male ever so bitter and cold in the outlook of life.

The male picked up the package and lowered it down to where it was at the tip of her paws. ”Smells of your mother. Figured it would be yours.” The male spoke in a chilled tone. He was for sure a changed wolf.

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