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*Bass* · (This post was last modified: 05-30-2016, 09:49 AM by Evelyn.)

Bass was growing wary. He could pretty much smell the sickness in the damp air, and he worried that it would soon spread to his own pack. He had seen dead wolves on his adventure to the Soulless Forest, which made him hurry back home. What if one of his kids got sick? Or anyone for that matter? He could bare to lose anyone, so as soon as his paws touched Abaven ground he started to patrol the border. He sniffed at the scent markers, and any pack scent that he came across. If anyone was sick they would need to be seen immediately. Stiff with tension, he picked up his pace as he neared the Thicket. His pale ears flickered as he heard someone sniffle, turning from his task to make a beeline for them. As he neared, h even saw the familiar brown and white form. His heart dropped as he slowed down, an urgent look crossing his face. "Sparrow, are you okay? Are you sick? Have you seen a healer yet? Should I call Harmony?" The questions tumbled from his mouth in a hurried fashion, almost out of breath by the end of it.

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