WC:311
The male was out and about again, seeing the lands, seeing what was all out there beside the pack he had moved from the Valley to live with new members, and learn about a new leader. The pack he had lived in since Jefferson had left them. Noah had stayed around the pack lands since it was made and only made some trips out of the packs lands for peace keeping missions, or seeing his brothers. Really the Sawtooth male didn’t make too many trips, had he finally started to settle down and working towards starting a family? Oh that was a horrid, horrid thought, him and children. He didn’t have an issue being around them, however the thought of him having a litter just wasn’t something that he saw would ever happen. He gave a flick of his good ear.
Two feet moved towards the borders of where his white brother had last been known to call home. The silver male lifted his head into the sky as he parted his jaws howling for someone to lead him to his brother. It wasn’t a demand, oh no. The silver colored star gazing male knew better, way better then to do just that. It was just a nice simple request, one where there was no rush, one where other than a warm body to great him, there was no real demand. Bringing his maw down he lifted his ear listening to the call echoing thought the trees the male sighed softly in a content manner.
Going down to the one knee the male knew it was better to be ready to great someone, then to be rushing to show submission when they get there. Yes, it was far better to be ready then to be the fool. The male rested and waited, for someone, really just anyone to come great him.