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</div>Name: </b>Noah Johan Montgomery<br/><b>Date/Time: </b>Day 1/Early Morning<br/><b>Location:</b>Standing on the porch of his house<br/><b>Wearing: </b>Jeans, tan work boots, dark olive-green button-down shirt, leather bomber jacket with Merino sheepskin collar<br/><b>Content: </b>Getting ready for work and mentally going through his tasks for the day<br/><b>Tagging:</b><a class="username" data-user-id="9388" data-username="Anansi" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/9388/">Anansi</a><a class="username" data-user-id="8275" data-username="Missmonkey" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/8275/">Missmonkey</a>(by place reference)<br/><br/>The howl wasn't discernible to human ears, especially so far away, but Noah heard the call to 'hunt.' Part of his heart clenched at the calling – to find your mate and fill that missing part inside. But he had searched for years, given up the search, and now wondered if there was a 'one' for him. Unlike most of the pack, he tended to range further in his role as a guardian of their border. Working with the Search and Rescue took him further, and yet he had never felt that pull that he was told would mark his soul mate.<br/><br/>Taking another sip of his coffee, Noah went over his plans for the day in his mind. He would pick up some coffee and baked goods for the warehouse team at the lumberyard, then he was scheduled to meet up with the SAR team at the Meadowlark Diner and Café to discuss their plans for the summer. Winter and summer were their two busy seasons, and summer was right around the corner. Tourists were always a wild card when it came to people getting lost up in these mountains, and Noah knew that their curiosity took them too close to the inner homelands of his pack.<br/><br/>If curiosity killed the cat, it did worse to tourists.<br/><br/>He sighed. It was the same thing, year after year, and it was beginning to wear on him. He went inside to pour out the rest of his coffee, then went out back and climbed into his<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.yotatech.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2020%2F06%2FToyota-4x48-1.png&amp;hash=bcaabeb106236bbe4ede8b1bbbf0b227" href="https://www.yotatech.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/Toyota-4x48-1.png" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">old Toyota truck</a>. It was small and nimble, perfect for crawling over trails that no four-wheeled vehicle had a right to be traversing, and he liked the fact that it wasn't very roomy. It didn't invite people to want to ride out with him when he went scouting and it certainly didn't scream that he had anything worth stealing. He especially liked that it wasn't all computers and chips, but simple, understandable clunky mechanics that he could still fix on his own if needed.<br/><br/>Clyde Coffee Shop was a convenient distance from the local alternative to Home Depot, and as he walked in he saw the usual scattering of college students and people getting ready to work downtown. The petite barista working the counter had been there for a few months now, a student at the local university, Noah had found out, and her energetic, upbeat personality had never failed to make Noah feel more awake. She was like the embodiment of caffeine with her wayward, short haircut and the sprinkling of freckles across her nose.<br/><br/>By now the woman knew what his weekly routine was; on delivery days he always ordered four large coffees, two sweet and two black, and a half dozen bagels with cream cheese for his team. The barista grinned when he walked up and tilted her head at him, and though she was definitely cute, he found her no more alluring than everyone else in life.<br/><br/>"The usual, Noah?" her voice was its usual chipper self.<br/><br/>"Yep," he smiled as he fed out a bill from his wallet and handed her the cash.<br/><br/>"You know they have these cards now? They link up right to your bank account," she teased as she took the money and began to count out his change, "and it means you don't have to carry around cash all the time."<br/><br/>"Oh, yeah, I know." It was an ongoing joke they had with each other. Accepting the change, he took a few steps over to let the next person in line order, and as he did, he slid his hands into his pockets and surveyed those dining in. His eyes lit on a regular, her long brown hair partially covering her face as she blew on her coffee before taking a sip. Her attention was fixated on her screen. Like several others in the café she was taking some kind of online class, and he assumed she was there because of the free wifi and the company. Or maybe it was just that people might not want to be in class, but they didn't want to be alone.<br/><br/><i>'Cute,'</i>he thought. But still, no longing call from his loins that<i>she had to be his.</i>It was odd, he'd heard stories about others in his pack who just knew when they caught sight and scent of their mates. Their Lunas. The pack alpha, Elliot Maxwell, had described it once as if his soul wove together and gave him this sense of being complete, yet for all his years, Noah didn't feel that connection with any he had encountered. It might have been a familial thing; his brother Ulric had gone to London to find his soulmate, though his choice was a little bit unusual. Ulric was going to let three 'experts' match him to someone.<br/><br/>Noah didn't want to be matched with just anyone. He wanted that connection, that feeling of being inexplicably drawn to another and yearning for them as much as they yearned for him. Maybe his Luna wasn't ready for him yet, and when she was, they would find each other. Perhaps one day…<br/><br/>"Noah?" The barista called out. "Your order's up."<br/><br/>"Thank you kindly," he scooped up the drink carrier and the bag of bagels, gave the petite whirlwind a wink, and turned to leave. Despite the alpha's call to seek their Lunas Noah felt like this might be just another day in his personal paradise. Or hell, depending on one's perspective.