Bass would greet them both, then move on to greet the rest of the members of the pack. There were changes to be discussed about the pack. It seemed that their leader had been doing quite a bit of reorganizing to ensure that Abaven ran smoothly. There was also to be a practice war, and Félicien would puff his chest out in excitement. This... This was good news! He could practice honing his skills so that, if there was a next time, he wouldn’t need to sit out. He would defend Abaven in the way he couldn’t defend Threar.
Bi-colored eyes blazing with determination, that spark would falter only when Bass mentioned that his daughter was missing. Finch was... Missing? His ears would flick back and he’d glance to Sophitia. “We’ll take a look around too Bass and see if we spot anything. We’ll report it to you and the search party if we do.” He offered gently. He knew that there was a lot of land to cover in Alacritia... And something about this didn’t sit right with him. Would Finch really just wonder off?
