Here We Are

At least this time she understood that he was joking, last time it had gone right over her head. He chuckled in response as he sat down in front of her, waiting to see what had brought her here today. Apparently she was just stopping by to chat, and he hoped that she hadn't left the north just to talk to him. His ears flickered at her next words, but it was like he hadn't heard him. Was his mood so bad lately that everyone noticed? But no, he hadn't even seen Avalon since her festival. Snapping out of it, he blinked slowly at her when he asked how he had been. Well, that was a pretty loaded question at the moment. Bass shifted, letting out a sigh and redirecting her question with another question. "Have you felt the pull between being an alpha and being a mother?" He asked, his tail curling around his sides. "I feel like my attention has been constantly split between my kids and Abaven, and with their mother not being around... I don't know. I almost feel like I failed them in some way. Lark says that I haven't, but it's really hard to shake the feeling," Bass knew that it was a pretty heavy topic, but for some reason, Avalon was really easy to talk to. Shrugging his shoulders, he inspected her face with his golden eyes. Could she see how tired and old he felt? That was what he felt like any time anyone looked at him, was that they couldn't see past the tired old man. That he just needed to figure out his way, and what he was going to do with his pack. Offering the tan marked woman a soft smile, he laughed a bit. "Sorry, it's probably a lot more heavy stuff than you came here looking for."

"Speech" -- "Italian"