Double Shot of Crown {SIEGE}

With a sizable army behind him, Bass made his way to the west. His golden eyes were on the lands before him, his paws tingling with excitement. With Imperium on his side, there was no way that Abaven was going to lose. They would tear Sin down from his throne and leave his pack in the dust. It was nearly silent as they marched on, and he did not allow his worries to linger for long. He had the utmost faith in his members, and knew that this bloody battle would end in their victory. The pale man licked at his lips, telling the wolves behind him to slow down by raising his tail. They were close, he could smell the pack markers now. Stepping forward, he sniffed at the border of the plains, and could easily pick out Sin's stench along the pack lines. This was it, they were here. Standing tall, Bass tipped back his head with a threatening howl, letting his enemies know that they were here. It was only then that he crossed over the boundary lines with no hesitation, marching into the plains. Bass did not stop until he reached a flat clearing, with no trees or anything else to get in the way of the fights. This is where it would happen, and this is where they would wait. It was only a matter of time now, he could almost smell them already. It didn't help that their scent was all around him, but the strong scent of both Abaven and Imperium combated it. This would not be their home for long, he would make sure of that.

"Speech"
'thoughts'