Bass couldn't help the pride that showed visibly on his face. Here she was doing just what she wanted to do, making a name for herself and creating a strong pack. He nodded slowly when she mentioned getting an easier land to hunt in. It didn't help wipe the stupid smile off his face, his tail thumping on the ground where he sat. Having those challenges seemed to keep her pack small, but there was nothing wrong with that. She had the ambition to grow her pack and make it into something wonderful. He was practically beaming at her, his head tilting to the side slightly as he appraised her. "Your mother would be so proud, you know," he said softly, leaning forward to attempt to brush his nose against her shoulder. Pulling back, his ears perked when she mentioned something about trading. He nodded, he was always open to the idea of setting up trades. It seemed to be popular with all these young kids, perhaps it was a new rising thing in Ardent. "Yeah, I'd be down for that. What did you have in mind?" Katja had traded her fermented drinks, and he was curious to know if there was something more specific in mind. Or was it just a general favor? Living on the mountain like this, she probably needed assistance in herbs and prey food, at least until she settled on a secondary land to pick up.
