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Bass was tired. He was tired of his pack members leaving, tired of the drama. He was done with the lack of confidence in some of his members, namely one of his sons. He was just... tired. His paws dragged on the damp ground as he walked along the borders, feeling a lot older than his five years. He didn't know what to do, about Wren, Allen missing again, or Starlings lack of... well, everything. He was hardly at home, and when he did come back he smelled of another wolf and not at all like Abaven. He was a little bit concerned, but mostly just pissed off. How many times would he have to say good bye? How many times would he have to hear Starling apologize for his actions? Enough was enough, and there was a choice that had to be made. Abandoning his post at the borders, he set off in search for his son. It was a bit harder to track, with the season being so damp, but it didn't take him very long to find the young man wandering around the territory. Taking a deep breath, he set off at a trot and aimed to come to a stop directly in front of him. Standing at a t from Starling, he aimed to block his path and fix him with a hard stare. He fought with his emotions for a bit, before he finally found the words he had wanted to say since the meeting. "It's nice to see you around again, Starling," he started, his voice sounding a bit more gruff than usual. This wasn't going to be an easy conversation, but it needed to happen none-the-less. "You're an adult now, and with that comes responsibility. If you are done with your obligation to your pack and your family, and if you would rather spend your time somewhere else... then why are you still here?" he asked, his eyes narrowing somewhat. "I have refused a lot of old members from rejoining when they leave and don't come back again and again. I hold you to a different standard as my son, but I have given you far more chances than I can count. Next time you need to howl at the borders for re-entrance, and I will see if you still deserve to be within Abaven ranks. You have duties here, Starling. An apprentice who counts on you, and siblings who depend on you. If not for me, you should be doing this for them. You need to get your head out of the clouds and make a choice, before I have to make it for you." Bass knew that his words were harsh, but this was a pack. They had rules, and it was wrong of him to exclude Starling from them just because he was his son. His mothers own rank within the pack was still teetering, his own mate. Bass had to realize that the favoritism was still going on, even though he tried to stop it. Letting out a soft huff, the pain finally reflected in his gaze. He hated this, all of this. But it needed to be done.

"Speech"
'thoughts'
"Italian"