Almost Paradise

When he offered to bring her back to Abaven, she seemed thankful for the offer. He smiled, although he knew that she couldn't see it. For whatever reason, he felt really awkward around the blind woman. He hadn't really had much experience with a blind wolf, and it kind of put him on edge. That didn't mean that he was going to leave her here, where she was pretty vulnerable. Although that stupid bird of hers looked like it could hold its own. He looked at the black thing then, sticking his tongue out rather childishly at it. Finch had a bird friend, but Civetta was nothing like that crow. Huffing softly, he turned back to Storm as she spoke. "You wouldn't be intruding at all. We have lots of space for you to relax, and who knows. If you like it there, you could always join us. It's not very far away, only a few territories over," he said softly, taking a few steps away. He had to remind himself yet again that she couldn't see him, and he let out a quiet sigh. "Just come this way, it won't be far at all."

Bass took a few more steps before looking over his shoulder to see if she was following, his tail swinging behind him. "So Storm, where did you come from? Did you grow up in these lands?" He asked, trying to keep the conversation light as he started to walk back. Turning to eye her again, he wondered what she even did for a living. Could blind wolves still fight? He was unsure, and it would be pretty rude to ask. "And what would you say is your best skill? You know, if you were going to join Abaven, what kind of rank would you seek?" Okay, now he was starting to get even more awkward. Mentally cursing at himself, he turned back around and looked forward. He was making a fool out of himself.

"Speech"