hell in a handhold

Ren would watch the other alpha carefully, blue eyes focused on him. He could see the alarm pass through Bass - and it was even more obvious when the other blinked and tilted his head to the side. He nodded in return to the gesture; he knew what it meant. It was almost asking for an affirmation - as if it really happened. And it had. Bass would speak then, and the boy would listen closely, smiling sadly at Bass' hope. Right. Everything alright. But Bass would continue on, and that would catch Ren's attention, making his ears prick and his own head tilt. His own pack at a year too? Really? Although... he probably had more than five wolves in his pack when he started. "It is appreciated, Bass," he would thank the much older man.

It would not take long for Bass to answer his second question, and he would listen avidly. An understanding? Hmm. What was that understanding? And he has changed Borealis - it seemed the two had a lot to talk about. "What would that understanding be?" he questioned first. "I have changed Borealis as well. We are more militaristic than we used to be." He paused for a second, before continuing. "Our main ideal is honor." He didn't elaborate; he didn't feel he needed to. He wasn't demanding an alliance, but it was clear he desired friendly relations if possible.