Homeward Bound

Bass waited until they were both settled in the shade before he even went to spoke about what had been happening. He let out another sigh, his back legs flopping out to the side as he got comfortable. "Well," he started, switching back to English as his tail moved to sit behind his legs. "Abaven has grown quiet again, and I've been fiddling with the idea of retiring soon... I've been alpha for most of my life, and I would like to spend my remaining time here with you kids and not having to worry about running a pack," he said, lowering his head to his legs and peeking up at Starling. "It's been hard, trying to balance you guys as well as Abaven. It didn't help that your mother left, and I partly blame myself for that," Larl had argued that it was a choice that she had made on her own, but there would always be a part of himself that would wonder why. What could he have done differently to keep her here? Was she ever fully in love with him like she claimed, or did she quickly grow bored of him? His pale ears clung to his head, his yellow eyes reflecting the pain that he still felt after all this time. "Of course, I would train in the new alpha before letting them take over. I had thought about Karabela when she came to me saying that she wanted to pack, but I took too long on the choice and she already claimed her own lands, not that I blame her. When you want something, you have to take it before it's gone. Lark suggested Tinaro, and we are going to discuss it. He said he's not ready for Abaven yet, and I don't blame him. It's not a simple thing to just take," Bass' tongue snaked out as it smacked against his lips, and he fell silent to see what Starling thought about it all. He had just thrown a lot of information at him, and he wanted to give him time to formulate his thoughts.

"Speech"
"Italian"