To whom may hear

Bass had just made his way around the borders to mark their territory when he heard the little howl. He lifted his head and grinned, he knew that voice! It was little Alna, although she wasn't quite so young any more. Happily he picked up the pace and cut through the snow, clumps of ice clinging to his legs as he made his way back towards the borders. He hoped that she didn't come here all alone, it was freezing out and the snow was piling higher and higher, it was no place for a pup to get lost. Sure, she was probably full grown by now, but still. It made him feel slightly concerned, but as soon as he saw her waiting at the borders his raised tail began to wag quickly behind him. "Alna!" He barked happily, skidding to a stop in front of her. Bending down he pressed a soft kiss on the top of her head, picking up the scent of Nona fresh on her coat. Oh good, it would seem that her mother took her at least some of the way here. That was good, a lot better than her wandering all this way by herself. "I have missed you! How have you been? Are you settling into your new pack well?" He asked eagerly, tail still wagging behind him.

"Speech"
'thoughts'