American Oxygen
09-23-2015, 01:30 PM
It would seem that there was a new call at his borders almost every day, and Bass lazily made his way up towards the caller. Not even a day's rest for the Abaven alpha, it would seem. His jaws parted in a yawn, and he paused to stretch out his sore limbs. The wolf that called him this time was not one that he knew, not even a little bit. When he made it up the crest of the hill, his eyes fell on the orange and white male. Nope, didn't know him at all. But from the way that he held himself, he knew that it was another alpha at his borders. The scent that was on his coat he was familiar with, although he had not spoken to that pack before. Fiori, right? Head tilted to the side as he paused a few feet away from the male, dipping his head in a greeting. "Hello there. I am Bass Destruction, Azat of Abaven. What brings the alpha of Fiori to my borders?" He asked, calmly seating himself and curling his tail around his flank. speech |
