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*Bass* · 04-24-2016, 09:21 AM

His face was a stone mask as he walked away from the meeting, and his talk with Harmony. Anything that he was feeling before, he shoved it down into a little box and hid the key. He wouldn't allow himself to be shaken at a moment like this, not when his head needed to be clear so he could make a choice. He didn't know what was going to happen when he talked to Wren, but he needed to be in the right mindset to make up his mind. He couldn't let his heart sway him on this one. Bass needed to think about the pack, and the pack alone. He hadn't allowed Quelt to rejoin because he had left too many times, and he had no intention of letting Allen return, if he ever made his way back that was. So why should Wren be any different? She had left just as often as they had. Hell, she didn't even howl at the borders like they had. Taking a deep breath, he was going to patrol the border before he went on to find Wren. But on his way to the edge of the rapids, he saw the small wolf laying there on the ground. His yellow gaze shifted over her, his heart pounding faster in his chest. He tried not to allow his feelings to take over as he started slowly making his way over to her. Each step felt like ten, until he was finally lingering a few feet away from her.

Bass cleared his throat to get the woman's attention, trying to hide the flash of pain that crossed his features. No, no no. They were all locked down, he would not give her the satisfaction of seeing his feelings. Bass had a very business like look on his face, and he tried to keep his lips from twitching. For the longest time he just stood there and gazed at her, not sure where to start. He opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to find the right words to say. When he couldn't say anything at all, he just sighed and folded to his rump, looking at the water instead. His ears laid flat against his head as he shuffled on his paws, an awkward silence spreading between the two of them. It had been quite awhile since the aging man had felt like this, but it was something that happened often in their shared past. Suppressing yet another sigh, he left it up to Wren to start the conversation.

"SPEAK!"

Art by Evelyn

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