hell in a handhold

*Bass* · 01-23-2016, 02:09 PM

He had no idea why someone would call him into his flooded lands. He stood at the markers between the plains and the rapids, eyeing the sea of mud and water with disdain. His ears lay flat against his pale head, yellow eyes narrowed as he let out a loud huff. He had a thought to just ignore the call and let them find their way to his less flooded pack lands. But with a growl, he made his way to the less muddy parts. The wet ground sucked at his paws, trying to pull his legs under. His tail lashed behind him in irritation like a cat, fighting with each step. He slightly recognized the voice that called him as well, which was the only reason why he was dragging himself through his hell-hole to get to him. What was the boys name again... Ren, right? Shaking his head, he gave a shrug of his shoulders and kept moving on. He tried to move as fast as he could, but it took awhile.

When he finally made it to the point where he could see the blue wolf, he had to take a break. Shaking out his legs he dipped his head in greeting, although he was still too far to carry on a regular conversation without yelling. He took a moment to try an rid the clinging mud from his limbs before moving on. When he finally, finally made it to Ren's side, he let out a huff with a slightly irritated look on his brown marked face. Abaven had three lands, and he just had to call him to this one. "Ren, right? What's the reason for your call today?" Last he had heard, he was the heir of Borealis, and seeing him here so soon made him slightly worried. Had something happened to Marina and Cypress? Bass stayed standing up, not daring to take a seat in the soft earth.

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