Muddling
08-13-2016, 11:02 PM
He grimaced slightly as the mud sucked at his paws. But, it was something to get used to if it happened often. And as if to answer that, Bass would approach with and tell him so. Crimson gaze looked the man over, the alpha just a couple of years younger then himself. And if he recalled, he and another male were the oldest in the pack, no? He would shrug then, "What doesn't kill me makes me stronger. I'm doing fine, thanks for asking." His tone was respectful, his own face a mask that very few, if any, could see past. He knew of some of the events within the pack, particularly the things that caused a rift to grow among them. He knew Quake wasn't the only one depressed with the things that happened concerning others, but he could tell Bass was as well despite his attempt at a facade. "Quake however, hasn't been doing too well. I've been trying my best to keep her spirits up and keep her busy, but there's only so much I can do." Perhaps by discussing her, he might be able to slowly get the cream male to open up. Kakashi was all too understanding of a man, though his methods of getting others to straighten out was a different matter. He was good at it, and he supposed bluntness and understanding sometimes worked hand in hand for those who didn't shut it out. Speech, |
