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With a small twitch of his one ear the self loathing, self hating male was not sure what to do or say to the peppered hued male; Noah’s good eye used the water as a sort of mirror to be able to see the coyote male. Noah did not fear the coyote’s he had no reason to. His mother would have loved for him to hate them for no other reason than that she hated them also. Noah did not know all the reasons why she had hated them but the male knew that she did. Jefferson had let him know that his mother had up and left him when she should have been helping run a pack, and she left because he was not pure wolf, or even part dog, she left because he had coyote blood running though him. Noah could not understand how someone could hate for no other reason than to hate.
Noah shook his head, he didn’t fear this male. The silver Valley male knew that he hadn’t knocked him into the water on ill will feelings, it was a freak accident, but if Noah had been paying attention, maybe he wouldn’t have need in the water face first. ”I know…” The silver male whispered as if he was in deep thoughts. IT had seemed to answer most of the male’s questions, other than the one about the water. Noah wasn’t sure really what the water was for, he just hated know that his father was out there hurting wolves that did not deserve it. The silver male sighed as he shrugged his shoulders, in a way he wished that the grey and black male would just hurt him, slash into him beyond being able to save him life. Noah then wouldn’t have to deal with his father being a rapist, his father.
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