call me a sinner, call me a saint (Bass)

He was lurking about, but it was more of a 'taking a nap where no one can find me' type of thing. So when the call of his youngest son called, his head shot up. Blinking the sleep from his eyes he stood up, shaking the grasses that clung to his coat. Trying to make himself look like he had not just woken up, he took a few more moments to flatten the fur on his chest. Bass shook out his tired limbs, giving one big stretch before he wove between the grasses, looking for Tordo. A few more twists and turns and he could hear the boy moving around, and grinned as he ducked deeper into the grasses. Who said he couldn't have a bit of fun as well? Trying hard not to move his body too much, Bass waiting until the scent of Tordo was closer to him. And then, at last, he sprang out, aiming to land over top of the boy, huddling down over him. "Yess?" He asked with a laugh, bending down to lick the top of his head.

"Speech"
'thoughts'