It's not the last time
10-16-2016, 03:08 PM
It wasn't often that he got visitors to his borders, and it was even more rare to hear a new voice calling out for the alpha. His ears perked, and he abandoned his game of stalking a snake. There were enough around the plains still that he could easily pick up where he left off when he got back. He set off at a trot for the borders, a grey man soon coming into view. He didn't recognize him aside from the fact that he had been at the festival in the north. They hadn't actually spoken there, but from his scent he was no longer in Riv's pack. There had been so many howls for packs as of late that Bass had stopped keeping track. Dipping his head in greeting, he stood opposite the man that called for him. "Greetings, I am Bass Destruction. How can I help you?" he asked, keeping it short and sweet. He was unsure of what this strangers stature was, but he guessed from the way that he held himself that he was in some sort of power. Was he leader of one of the many new packs that had been called? A lot had been falling recently, only to be claimed again quickly. What was the hurry, anyways? Walk "Talk" Think |
