Is there an old man out there?
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He couldn’t help himself. At Lucifer’s narrowed gaze, Noah chuckled. The nip had been a harmless, teasing one. The look on Lucifer’s face reminded Noah of puppy Lucifer. The boy might have been a pawful when he was young but he had been an adorable little scamp. Noah missed those puppy days and regretted not being a bigger part of Charm and Lucifer’s young lives.

March? Noah vaguely remembered in his readings that particular moons had strange names. He had never fully grasped the concept. It had seemed overly complicated and ultimately pointless. Instead of focusing on that, and the number thing, he tried to listen better and stop letting his own mind distract him.

The lad was confusing him. Why would he thing that a large size would be beneficial? Noah had said he was young enough to hold his own but his size actually made surviving harder. Fuelling such a large body meant extensive hunting. Yet he wasn’t about to further worry the boy and wisely kept his muzzle shut. When Lucifer started talking about bunking down with Noah, the older male could not hold his tongue any longer.

“Nonsense Lad. Yer not leaving yer pack. It wouldn’t be da first winter I’ve spent alone. Yeh’ve got nothing ta be worried fer.”


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