WC:2+ Third post of the day, woot!
The male did not like to spend much time in the pack den, frankly he hated it. Looking around at the pack den was nothing but a reminder of how he was worthless, and was not worth anything to anyone. The silver male was not the same wolf that joined these lands; the new one was cold, distance…hateful. The male was just fine with what he was now, and where he was. The male was doing a small mindless job of the Subord of making sure that all the bones, teeth, rocks and any other hard objects where out of the pack den. Then he would go back to that lean to that he had stayed in for the month that he was forced to live apart of the pack.
Hearing her voice, calling out for him, was a very bitter taste in his mouth. The male sneered; the last time they had talked it did not end well. He knew he could have not avoided her for too much longer after all they lived in the same pack. The male strolled with his gimp to where his mother’s sent was coming form. ”You called Ms.?” The silver male would have rather threw out an insult or two. He was waiting on her to say something shrewd. Or another chance where she could tell him how he will never ever be as good as her prime start, his snow colored brother.
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