Most wonderful time of the year
11-23-2016, 06:08 PM
  Bass nearly turned up his nose and stayed curled in his den that morning, a sludgy snow still coating the ground. It was cold with the added bonus of being wet, something he didn't feel like tackling right now. His joints ached slightly though, and instead of sitting around like an old man he knew that he had to get to work. Sighing, he pushed himself to his paws and walked out into the world with a groan. The sun reflected off the thin blanket of snow on the ground, causing the aging gentleman to squint his eyes as he left the warmth of his sleeping spot. Huffing, his breath clouded before him and he made his way to the borders. Not many wolves were up this early, his paws seemed to be the first to crunch through the frozen top layer of snow. It wasn't until he neared the thicket that he saw another set of paw prints, the scent telling him that it was Storm. Perking up slightly, he trotted after her trail so that he could go and check in on the newest healer in Abaven. Bass was quite pleased with her, she had shared ideas at the meeting as well as holding a training for everyone. For one so new to be involved that much already made his heart swell. Perhaps there was hope for his pack yet. Licking at his dry lips, he slowed as he saw her silvery form, his approach pretty well heard as he crunched through the top layer. His paws were wet from the slush underneath, but it was nothing new during this winter. His tail swayed behind him as he tried to match the healer step for step, turning towards her with a smile on his lips. "Hey Storm, you're up pretty early!" he woofed in his deep baritone, in a rather chipper mood now. It was a stark contrast from the bitterness he felt when he first woke up, wanting nothing more than to sleep some more. Shaking out his pale fur, he looked across the whiteness of the thicket, most of the grasses weighed down by all the rain they had been having most afternoons. "Has the late rain storms brought about any more herbs for you?" While Bass wasn't all too fond of plants and the like, he knew their use. Having been so dry during both the spring and the summer, he had a feeling that pickings had been rather slim. But did they perk back up now, or was it too late? "SPEAK" "SPEAK ITALIAN" |
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