10-28-2008, 11:16 PM
Noah shook his head regretfully.
"Ney, lad. I am not sure of anything."
The idea of the pack totally scattering had not occurred to him until now. Or perhaps it had been he had just ignored the thought and shoved it to the very back depths of this mind. All he had allowed himself to picture was the pack altogether, healthy, and sound. That picture had gotten him this far but he would have to find something new to keep him going.
"Did the lady give her name?"
It was hard not to get his hopes up too high. High hopes only lead to high falls in greater crashes. The sting of the last shock would not be easily forgotten and he refused to publicly go through that once again. Better to be cautiously hopeful than overly optimistic in this particular situation.
Noah loped along side of Sankor an a slight step behind. Frowned crossed his brow at the mention of the coyote clan. He would not soon forget their viciousness and their murderous ways.
"Fer yer own health, lad, stayed clear of that clan," he advised, keeping his voice down. The last thing he wanted was to attract the coyotes' attention.
As they walked, Noah quietly studied the younger male. From what he could tell there was no family resemblance to any of the families he knew. Then again, he had never been very good at identifying family traits and resemblances. Just by the way he spoke was an obvious clue as well. Thankfully there didn't seem to be any resentment from the younger wolf by all the intruding refugee packs. It put his mind at ease. So the old packs, or what remained of them, were doing well here.
"Ney, lad. I am not sure of anything."
The idea of the pack totally scattering had not occurred to him until now. Or perhaps it had been he had just ignored the thought and shoved it to the very back depths of this mind. All he had allowed himself to picture was the pack altogether, healthy, and sound. That picture had gotten him this far but he would have to find something new to keep him going.
"Did the lady give her name?"
It was hard not to get his hopes up too high. High hopes only lead to high falls in greater crashes. The sting of the last shock would not be easily forgotten and he refused to publicly go through that once again. Better to be cautiously hopeful than overly optimistic in this particular situation.
Noah loped along side of Sankor an a slight step behind. Frowned crossed his brow at the mention of the coyote clan. He would not soon forget their viciousness and their murderous ways.
"Fer yer own health, lad, stayed clear of that clan," he advised, keeping his voice down. The last thing he wanted was to attract the coyotes' attention.
As they walked, Noah quietly studied the younger male. From what he could tell there was no family resemblance to any of the families he knew. Then again, he had never been very good at identifying family traits and resemblances. Just by the way he spoke was an obvious clue as well. Thankfully there didn't seem to be any resentment from the younger wolf by all the intruding refugee packs. It put his mind at ease. So the old packs, or what remained of them, were doing well here.