Of Archangels And Primos
07-25-2016, 11:52 AM
He was surprised to hear that the young man had started to lead his mothers pack, but all the same a smile touched his lips. He too had been young when he first created Abaven, and they were the longest standing pack for awhile. He held pride in that, even if the activity hadn't been so great as of late. Regulus seemed a wise, strong man, and he had come here to speak of the standings between their two packs. Bass nodded his head, but he couldn't help keep picturing the red brute as a tiny little puppy. Oh how fast time moved, he could see that in his own children. Time was a cruel mistress indeed. Snapping out of it, he focused on the important matters before him. "I see no reason why a friendship cannot remain between us. Had there been any changes to Celestial since you took your mothers place that I should know about?" he asked, golden eyes appraising him. He knew how fast rules could change, even the whole ideal of a pack could shift overnight with a new alpha in charge. If they had strayed too far from the path, then he would have to think long and hard if he wanted to stay associated with them. He had no doubt that Regulus was a good, kind wolf though. He didn't think that he would be a dark, cruel wolf. But looks could be deceiving. Bass' smile grew when he mentioned the new life in the pack, his eyes sparkling. He missed having pups around, everyone was older now in Abaven. "Tell Surreal I say congratulations. Puppies are a wonderful gift, and I hope I can meet them some day," When he mentioned Varda needing her family, he became more soloum. He knew the feeling well, most of his siblings had left him and others he had no idea where they were. He slowly nodded his head, but he could not recall the male he was speaking of. "I'm sorry, Regulus. I have not seen him, but I will keep my eye out for him and let you know." |
