Her friend was sulking. He may not have said a word to her, nor to anyone else, but she could tell. He was sulking. And so, the white-coated woman danced out of pack territory and towards the Firefly Lake, though it was not very firefly-y as of late, since it was winter. Even so, the lake was not frozen, and though the waters were chilly, today was quite a warm day.

Besides, she had a plan. She tipped her head back and called for Bass, similar to the manner he called for his family. She was actually quite curious about that, but it was undoubtedly just a day out, family-time. She was not family, after all. But she was his friend, and she sure as hell would be a damned good one.

Now, Bass just had to get his furry white butt out here so she could try to trip him into the lake.

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Bass Destruction He was most definitely sulking. He had pretty much just been patrolling and making sure that stuff gone done, but besides that he was a bump on a log. He sat on top of his stone den and just... breathed. As much as he told himself that he had to get over Wren, it wasn't that simple. He still loved her, even after all she had done. He couldn't just bury his feelings like that for her, they had been together most of his life. And now, now she had left him, again. It made him wonder if she had been using him the whole time. If it had been his pack that attracted her to him. They slept side by side every night for the longest time, but then she was just... gone. And then she was away more than she was there. When she came back they had their first litter, but even that hadn't been enough to make her stay. Not even their second litter had filled whatever hole she was trying to fill. He wasn't good enough, not to truly make her love him. He kicked at a stone at the thought, not realizing that it was a little too big to just be kicked at like that. His eyes flew wide as a stream of curse words left his lip, hopping around the plains with his throbbing paw in the air. Shit. He was a stupid, stupid man. And not just for attacking too big rocks. For everything. He had been fooled into thinking that Wren had truly cared for him, but it was obvious that she didn't. If the tides were reveres, he would never be able to just abandon his family like that, not time and time again. Soon the pain ebbed away in his paw, but his chest still stung. He felt like someone was biting into his heart, and he couldn't take a deep breath. The pale man flopped to the earth, curling into a tight little ball. He was contemplating a nap when a howl called out for him. Slowly lifting his brown marked head up, blinking his golden eyes in confusion. That was Vali, but she wasn't calling from Abaven lands. Curious, he rose to his paws once more, slightly favoring the one he hurt, and set off. It took awhile for him to find where the woman was calling him from, until he finally made it to Firefly lake. He spotted the similar hued wolf not too far off, and a small smile spread across his lips. He walked to her side, skirting the edge of the lake as he did so. "And why exactly did you call me all the way out here?" he asked, his vocals lacking their usual gusto. "SPEAK" "SPEAK ITALIAN"

Oh, damnit. She could hear in his damn words how sad and depressed he was. While she was unsurprised - come on, who wouldn't be if their mate abandoned them? - she did have an overpowering urge to at least do something to cheer him up. She wasn't certain throwing him in the water would do the trick, but... hey. He did happen to stop at a perfect point - there was a small drop into water deep enough to go halfway to three quarters up the legs. It was just perfect for him to fall into, flailing.

Still, sorrow tinted her eyes as she stared up at the man. She felt... not sorry for him, but deeply sympatthetic. She could not know the feeling, nor imagine it truly how it was, but she had a picture - if someone she loved to the degree Bass loved Wren (it seemed a lot), and was repeatedly abandoned by her, to the point she left even her own pups... well, that'd hurt. A lot. To say the least.

She approached him, wordlessly, brushing against him affectionately in greeting, as was befitting a close friend. However, she took a couple steps further than necessary, so her hsoulders wee aligned with his. Only then did she answer his question: "To distract you," she said simply, as she threw her weight into a shove against Bass' shoulder, hoping to trip him into the water below. It wouldn't hurt him - just get him wet, especially if he fell on his side.