Can You Hear The Drums?

So it was the Bass she remembered. As he came into view, she took a moment to look over the male. He’d grown well, and carried himself strongly. She didn’t have to reintroduce herself, either. The anger in her gut lessened, and she felt a warm smile pull at her jaws as he greeted her and Regulus. “It has been a while. It’s good to see that you’re alive and well. This is my eldest son, Regulus Anatolii Adravendi.” She tilted her head to indicate the massive red male, then settled her haunches upon the ground. “I do wish that these were happier times, but…” A brief sigh hissed from her jaws, as some of the hardness returned to her eyes and the set of her head. “I don’t think I need to ask if you know about Threar’s fall.” The somber tones to her voice held no pleasure at the news. She liked Novella and Frith. They had been good, kind wolves. She just hoped that they, and their family, were alright, safe somewhere.

She straightened slightly, tail flicking to curl about her hips. “There are vermin in my home. They claimed Vericona Plains, and a small portion of the desert just to the north of the plains.” Despite the anger in her heart, her voice was level, calm. It was the ice in her eyes that told just how deeply the anger ran. “I came to ask for assistance, or to offer my own, in routing them from my home. No matter if you will help, I intend to take action. I have children who need a stable life. And even if I didn’t, I don’t want those bastards to get away with what they’ve done to Threar. I know exactly how it feels to have your pack challenged for.” She’d had enough of being displaced from her home. That wasn’t what she wanted for her children, and Novella and Frith had just recently had a new litter. What of those children?

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