The male had gone to the old pack lands; his meaning was not that of war. War was not something that Noah did not like, nor did he wish it upon anyone. The silver male did not act with hate or malice, nor did he ever think that his actions would ever hold them. The silver male wanted nothing more to live in a word where peace and happiness was something that was what he wanted. For the packs more so them him-self, his heart wanted to feel love, he wanted to be in love again and have that feeling returned. Selfish but that was something he wanted.
Seeing he black male come rushing into the pack den, the silver male lowered him-self down, he knew he had be busted going to see Rendall, the mission that got side tracked badly. He had not done any harm, he ended up spending the day playing with one of the pack pups, one that had been Jace and Temo’s. The silver male leaned against the wall of the pack den, hoping and praying that he would just pass over him. His request was not given as the male grabbed him by the scruff dragging him out to the middle of the pack, pushing his muzzle into the ground the silver male knew better then to fight the black monster.
Noah had very little contact with the black male, ever time though it was never anything that the silver Sawtooth came out looking any better, or even caring for the pack and more. The male felt the cold, damp mud being pushed further and further into his coat. The silver male wanted to shake his head; he wanted to pull his head out from under the black male. He knew by doing this he risked exile, and that was something he couldn’t happen right now. The live of the Omega was low, food was slimmer then it was when he first joined the pack.
Seeing the silver and crimson hooded female the half blind male couldn’t help but to let out a whimper, as he pushed his ears into the back of his head. Then his eyes went to Jace, had she turned back onto him, could she have no longer felt that bond that they once had since he left the pack lands. Then to the golden leader, a female the male was not able to say that he knew of.
Finally once the leader had taken a step off him, the male picked his head up only enough so that the mud was no longer in his only good eye, stinging. The silver male was asked to say something, but what could be said. The punishment had started, and had started with the black leader. The male wanted to rise his head up, puff up his chest and nip at the black male showing him that he was not nearly as weak as he thought, but really that would be a fight for another day, now the male just knew to keep his head down and tail tucked and not to fight over it. So the Sawtooth male shook his head, nothing. He had nothing to say about this matter. Maybe it was his own way of telling the leader that he would submit to the pack life that pushed him away from all that he knew and loved. He would give the pack members that love he had for all of the Ichika’s members…
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