peppermint winter ♥

He was just about to make his way back towards the den when he decided that one last loop around the rapids was needed. It had been a little bit since he had checked that edge of the borders, having been focused on their new territory and keeping it the freshest of them all. He was sure that even now after half a season, some would still think that it was unclaimed. But Bass wasn't going to put up with any trespassers, not in this harsh of a season. He couldn't deal with anyone taking prey away from Abaven, it was scarce enough as is. Shaking the unhappy thoughts from his mind he was about to cut across the snow covered land to the borders when a very familiar scent crossed his nose. He paused, its very distinct aroma still had the power to stop him in his tracks. Wren. She was here, alone. It had been awhile since she had probably been able to get away from the pups, with Tordo's endless questions and Sandpiper's even more endless energy. She surly put her parents to shame with all of it. Snorting, Bass turned and started to follow her trail, his massive paws cutting into her more delicate paw prints.

It wasn't long before Bass saw Wren leaping about in the snow, acting very much like a child herself. Smirking he took a seat, not saying a thing as he watched his mate dance around in a carefree fashion. He pretty much blended into the background, only his brown markings and golden eyes making him stand apart from the snow covered territory. He bit his lower lip to stop from laughing as Wren slammed herself into a tree, a rain of snow pouring down over her tan and white back. He hadn't seen her act like this for such a long time, it was nice to just sit here and enjoy the show. Not wanting to interrupt her he didn't dare say a word, although his weight shifted across his two front legs in an urge to join her. No, she was having fun by herself at the moment, Bass would give her all the time that she needed to enjoy it.

"Speech"
'thoughts'