Scars don't heal

It was a call that he had never expected to hear again. His head snapped up from where he was pacing, he had been thinking about going to see Finch but fighting against it. That is when Quelt's call sounded, and a growl left his maw. He was already in a pissed off mood, this was not a good day to decide to come back home. Teeth bared, he stomped towards the muddy lands towards the border, splashing the wet earth all along his chest and belly. By the time he reached the border, he was flecked with mud and in more than a sour mood. Narrowed yellow gaze fell on Quelt, noticing the new scars that adorned his face. "Decide to finally return home, mm? Did you come here to try and reclaim your broken family? Because I don't think I can allow that." Bass growled, his pale tail curling upwards. He was more than mad, he was pretty much ready to tear into this man. But he held himself back -- barely. His entire body was tense and ready to spring into action at a moments notice. "Why did you come back, again? I am sick and tired of you getting up and leaving, Quelt."

"Speech"
'thoughts'