We Live On Front Porches And Swing Life Away

The water felt cool, almost numbing her throat as she nearly sucked it in. She was thirstier than she thought she was from the journey, but it would be a journey well worth it. Or so she thought, anyway. Auster was a lovely place, but with it came isolation as they were the only pack there. Of course, she didn't mind that. It meant less competition overall, but now she had to travel further to visit old friends. She wasn't sure if her son was thinking about seeking out allies or not, but she was sure he had some ideas of what he might want to do. She would help him where she was needed of course, but she was learning not to smother them too much, and let them grow and learn on their own as well. As she drank, she would catch the sound of a familiar voice behind her. Her head lifted quickly, amber gaze finding Bass sitting on his borders, though for some reason...she felt that something about his usual teasing felt...off.

Wagging her tail, the woman turned around and walked up the bank to meet him. Of course, a smile was plastered on her face at the sight of him. He was always there. Always someone she could talk to about anything, or almost anything at least. In fact, she couldn't think of anything that they couldn't talk about! Which was an odd case, because she always felt like there were others she had come across or spoke to on a regular basis that she felt she had to try to be careful with what she said, lest she offend someone about something or other. But with Bass? She didn't feel she had to do that. "I wish!" She sat down in front of him, tail thumping on the ground. "I've actually been traveling a couple of days to come visit. A lot has happened since we last talked." She studied him for a moment, noting the sound of his voice from earlier. "And from the sound of it, I would guess that a lot has happened to you as well. Is everything alright?"