not asking forgiveness

He had been lingering close by just in case his daughter called out, so that he could be there for her. This had been hard on all of them, it put a strain on the entire pack. So when Starling called out for him, he was close enough to hear him. It was strange that the boy didn't call for him with a howl though, just said that he needed to talk to him. Pale ears perked, his head rising from where it had been resting on his paws. He didn't sound very good, but then again none of them had been lately. Pulling himself to his paws, he stepped lightly to where his son stood, golden eyes inspecting his form. He looked rough for wear, making Bass sigh softly. "Cosa sta succedendo, Starling?" he asked softly, sitting in front of the male. They had not spoken since he had called out when Finch came home, and he wasn't sure that Starling had heard him. His ears pulled back slightly, he wanted to bring it up but... now wasn't the time. It was clear that he needed to get something off his chest, and he wouldn't stop him from talking. He could bring it up later, after whatever he needed to talk about.

"Speech"
'thoughts'
"Italian"