could it be?
10-23-2016, 03:00 PM
Bass often found himself in the same spot every day, resting on top of his stone den with his front legs crossed, paws dangling over the edge. Ever since he had claimed the plains this had been his spot, but he was more often here than not. Patrols filled up most of his day, checking on the herd to see if they were getting any fatter. But having already gone over the border lines, he was just relaxing in the cooler autumn weather. It was still so dry, he had been thankful for the rain a few days ago but it wasn't enough to combat the season and a half of pretty much a drought. There needed to be a lot more before the water levels would rise and the prey could get fatter. With winter coming, he had a sinking feeling that things were only going to get worse. Already he was skinnier than usual, his pale coat hanging slightly looser around his belly. With a sigh he dropped his head to his legs, golden eyes scanning the horizon. He thought about howling for his kids and seeing if they could take anything down outside of pack lands, but just as he was about to sit up a call sounded at the borders. Bass' pale head cocked to the side, it sounded like the wolf at his borders was calling for someone they knew. He had never heard her before though, there was no way that he himself knew her. But perhaps she was calling for someone else? Curious, he rose from his position and hopped off his usual perch, heading towards the thicket. Pushing through the grass, it didn't take him long to see the petite woman standing at the boundary line. His brows pulled together, a look of curiosity and confusion on his face. "Hello, were you looking for someone? I'm Bass Destruction, alpha of this pack," There was no doubt that the wolf before him was a stranger, he hadn't even encountered her scent before. It wasn't out of the question that someone else could know her, but it didn't sound like she had been calling for anyone he knew. Maybe she was a little lost, but he wasn't about to send her on her way without answering any questions she may have. There was a faraway look to her gaze, nostalgia perhaps. Bass had been ruling the plains and the rapids for awhile, but the thicket was newer. Did she perhaps live here before hand? |
