Bones of our Ancestors
10-05-2015, 03:17 PM
It was time. His newest children had been born, and it was the moment that he was waiting for. He hadn't wanted to start a war with a heavily pregnant mate at home, when there was a possibility that there would be no home to come to. He knew the downfall of sieges, and that he would be putting all of Abaven on the line. That is why he wanted to call his own pack to him before he called Imperium to his aid. He needed to see where they all stood on this, and if they would stand by his side during this time. Taking a deep breath he walked away from the den. Instead of calling the meeting where he generally did, on the flat rock above his den, he didn't want to disturb his little ones. Ears fell back slightly as he wondered if this place would be theirs for much longer, his golden gaze lingering over the plains sadly. It had been his home for so long now, he couldn't imagine going anywhere else. But he had faith in his fighters, training had been going more than well as of late. Sucking in another big lungful of air, Bass paused beside the lake and tipped back his head, calling for all of Abaven. There was an importance in his vocals, a demand that his wolves were prompt. Lowering his head he waited, taking a seat with his back facing the water. Pale tail curled around him as he waited, a determined fire in his eyes. |
Art by Evelyn
