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The silver male stepped back seeing the male, this wasn’t Gemma. His sister wore a coat as white and snow; this male had a dark fur and wrong gender to be his half sister. The silver male gave his mare a pat upon her neck. She stepped back with him, as the silver coated star gazer dipped his head down to the male that now was in front of him upon horseback.
”Sir yes.” Noah gave a nod, he could help him. He could tell him where the heck his sister was, and why she wasn’t here and he was. Not that he minded seeing a new face, he just knew that Gemma was taking it hard having a child that she could hold that she had to let die, without being able to do anything for it.
Bringing his head back up to look at the male, he leaned against the mare, ”Gemma?” His hand not leaving her side. ”White coy-wolf?” The silver male lifted his stub of an arm to about where she stood in the male’s mind. Noah wasn’t sure what else he could do to show the wolf information about the female. ”Would you kn…n…now…ow..ow..know of her?”
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