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WC:5+ I think Maddi is rubbing off on me a small bit. Sorry if I rambled!:/
The silver male sat upon the dark brown mare, as his gimp hand was around the rope that he used as a make shift reigns and bridle, while his good hands at rest upon his cub. The three of them where learning how to live and work as one, the mare stayed in the barn while the cub was always near him or very close to him. Noah had been working with Marie his faithful mare on responding to sounds of clicking and smacks. They were easier for the male to make and say to the lady then words. He knew he could offer up and few commands for the mare and not stutter once like he would on words. The male was traveling back down to his old pack lands; he needed to return the books that he took out of the library. He was aware that most took them without the intent to return them, but that was not the silver male. Maybe that was because there was a part of him that still respected the once pack lands for what it was, his home, his first real chance at proving him-self as a world that could in fact live in a pack and work with the members to make the lands a better place.
The mare moved though the lands the wind rustled the scared silver male’s mane. There was a turn he could go though the old Valley lands and hope to find something that remained there that could spark the interest and want to see if there was any one still living there. Noah felt a twist of guilt in his stomach as he sat there upon Marie’s back as Amzi looked up to the silver male with a mew, Noah chuckled and rubbed be hide the kitten’s ear. With a sigh Noah turned the mare towards the pack land and clicked his tongue in his mouth twice. Adding some pressure to the mare’s stomach, as he pushed her forward by raising up a bit on her back. The male looked around the old pack lands, as a tear rolled out of the male’s eye as he shook his head. No! He could not get upset over these ghost land pack. Jefferson had willingly left them. Just passed them off onto a new member, not only did the male not keep them in the pack lands, he threw them into new lands with a whole bunch of new members. It wasn’t that Noah didn’t like the new lands, or the new members. This new lands just wasn’t Phoenix Valley, the pack land where Noah started proving that he could be more then the member that everyone felt sorry for.
Noah looked around, everything was the same, it looked like someone still was trying to keep up on taking care of the lands but it looked like it was too much for them. Noah could smell the tripod but figured he would have left these lands, just like he did all of the members that called these lands their home, and pack lands. He felt an anger inside of him, he shook his head trying to ignore the feelings that was brewing inside of him when he thought of the tripod male that he thought so highly about.