With Allen stepping up and taking the weight off of his shoulder, he know had more time on his paws to be with his family. The first thing that he wanted to do was to gather up his babies and teach them some more Italian. It had been quite awhile since their last meeting, and it was about time to get them back together. Making his way to the rapids, he sat quite a few feet away from the river and tipped back his head, trying to gather his children to him. "Dai più piccoli, le ore di lezione!" He called out. Sitting himself on his rump, he curled his pale tail over his side. Hopefully it wouldn't take them too long, and all would make it. It had been far too long since they had gathered as one.

OOC: No post order once we get started! I don't want this to sit around again.

"Speech"
'thoughts'
"Italian"

Another lesson? Shrike was groaning at the very thought of it. No, no, no a million times no! Shrike would move miserably, heading his father's call but not exactly very enthusiastic. His italian was still rocky... but he understood the word lesson all too well. The boy would not move in his normal energetic way, showing his displeasure at the activity his dear father wanted him to participate in. He would arrive first, much to his dismay yet again, and he would plop down in a rather depressed manner. He would look up at his dad, giving a groan. "Dad... do we have to?"

"Hear me talk," 'But read my thoughts!'

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Unlike his brother, Starling was much happier to attend the lesson. He excelled in Italian, especially since he begun to associate it with his healing. It allowed him to learn easier and quicker than before. It was his passion, and he seemed to stutter so much less using Italian than speaking English. However, he wasn't sure if this was a lesson in Italian, or something else. But reguardless he moved quickly (after placing a herb in his store) to move towards his father. He heard Shrike's whine and with a playful roll of his eyes he moved towards him. Shrike always seemed to have the attention span of a child....which, he was...sorta. "Andiamo fratello. È divertente!" He said with a laugh, aiming to boop his brother in the nose with his paw before he moved to settle upon his rump, smiling up at Bass. "Che cosa stiamo imparando, Padre?" He asked with a bright smile, sky blue eyes shining happily. "Talk""Italian"

Starling would arrive next, saying how it was fun, or something of the nature. He would give another groan, shooting Star a look. It wasn't that he didn't like his brother, or valued his opinion, but he did hate this stupid language. How Starling could be so excited to learn more about it he didn't know. It was hard. The language muddled together in his brain when his father spoke the words and the explanations, so it just made it harder to grasp it. He would set his head on his paws and flick his tail irritably. "What's the point of learning it though? It's not like many people can speak it... and it's easier just to speak like this..." The young man would grumble. "Perhaps we could make the lesson into something else?" He asked, looking to his father. But he wasn't hopeful that Bass would actually agree. "Speech"

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When Bass' howl tore through the quiet air, Wren had been contently sitting upon a large stone, her eyes gazing over her home. But she wasn't just sightseeing. She was thinking. Thinking about life, her duties as Bass' wife...and her sweet children, who were already so big and mature. It was nothing negative, like future battles or anything like that. She was just...trying to relax without Bass, considering he had been so busy lately. Thank goodness for Allen, who stepped up as the Azgrat to assist him. Without a secondary alpha, Bass was running around, unable to spend time with his family.

But today it seemed he had the time. Wren slowly lifted off her haunches and jumped down from the rock, her legs casually carrying her toward Bass and her family. Probably another Italian lesson, considering the children still didn't know everything. Pretty soon, she began to sprint, all the way until she saw Bass and two of her five kids seated beside the river. Wren smiled and halted, but quickly moved over to Bass' side and sat with him. "What's the point of learning it, though?" Wren blinked and eyed her son, a weak smile blossoming across her lips.Good morning, love

Perhaps he was a bit annoyed. But Italian, or rather, any foreign language was quite difficult to learn. And quite tiring, as well. The girl stood to her paws and bounded over to Shrike, cuddling up into his slumped form and nuzzling into him. "Coraggio, mia cara!" Wren practically sung to him, seating herself beside him and nipping at his ear playfully. "Our Italian connects us as a family. Your father and I aren't trying to bore you." She laughed, tail thumping energetically at the ground.

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'thoughts'