All he really kept seeing, despite his joyful exterior was the lynx he had led to its death. Nootau was just fine being alive, happy Jagger had saved him, but… it had just been unessissary. And it was entirely his fault. His fault for not being strong enough or skilled enough to handle the situation he created. It was infuriating! And even more than that, Nootau felt completely guilty and sad for the wild cat’s death. Well, he sure as fire wasn’t going to let himself go unpunished for it – and training hard under multiple masters would do just that for him. And then, he would be stronger and he could prevent such a circumstance from occurring again.

Nootau bounded a couple strides ahead of Jagger as they paced in the classic, long, ground eating wolf-strides the distance to Glorall, her pack. At the moment, Nootau was considering Diveen as a pack he might join, but that didn’t mean he could make some aquantances in different packs. The more friends he had around the better life was. He could have all sorts of wolves to have fun with and hunt with and hang out with. That was a good life, huh? And then, when he ran his own pack, they could all visit him and they could all go on large hunts with him and vacation on his territory when they needed it.

Nootau grinned back at Jagger as he trotted to the boarder. He sat down on it and lifted his head. A long, urgent howl left his voice box. He knew Jagger was going to introduce him, but he may as well let the alphas know someone unknown was at their home. When he was finished he looked proudly at Jagger and raised his brow twice in a teasing manner as he looked for praise, “Whatcha think, I got a good voice, huh?” He lifted his chest proudly. Honestly, his howl wasn’t a “joy” to listen to, it was just an average howl, but it was a pretty powerful voice. Loud, anyways.

Nootau’s voice was actually kind of a strange one. It was “higher” for the male side of the scale and a unique roughness to it that cause some to flinch when he spoke or want to hear more of it. His voice was naturally boisterous, too. So maybe that’s what let others to flinch at it sometimes – probably most of them were those overly-hateful-morning wolves that were around. Was it morning? Nootau hadn’t really kept track of time.