He had finally come to a decision. He had only promoted Tinaro to Seconda Guardia after he had challenged for the Prima position. But after the pack had fallen silent once again, and no one else had stepped up, Tinaro more than deserved the rank. Yes, he had been quiet since then, but so had everyone else. Hell even Bass had been out more often with the events that had occurred as of late. After seeing his participation in the festival up north, Bass knew that the young man was ready. So he walked through the tall grasses, snow lightly dusting his coat. Finding a nice spot to sit, he tipped his head back and called for Tinaro.
Finishing his call, Bass lowered his head and glanced around. He watched the snow drift to the earth, it was so peaceful. The soft blanket on the ground made everything seem more quiet and serene. Everything was calm and white, like a blank slate. That is how he felt like his life was now. He was no longer going to hold on to Wren coming back, and just hope that Starling would find his way home. His siblings were adults, they could handle themselves. Not everyone heard from their family often, he had just grown used to their constant presence. But if he didn't allow himself to let go and move on, his life was going to be a constant drag. Worrying all the time, and taking his mind off the family that was left and his pack. No, this was all to new beginnings. He smiled softly, his tail curling around himself as he waited.
"Speech"
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