Anything But Beautiful

It would seem that there was hardly a day that Bass wasn't on the move anymore. He tried to keep himself busy, not letting the grief hold him down. It was making him go crazy, he could have sworn that he heard Wren howl at the battlefield. But no, she wouldn't be so stupid to return like that, in a place where wolves went to fight and get claimed by pack wolves. A part of him had been too afraid to inspect it, instead he just made his way around his borders as was his usual routine. As he made his way towards the thicket, the scent of Quake reaching him. The aging man paused as he lifted his head to look for the black girl, it was rare now to encounter her scent around pack lands. Ever since Starling had left her the first time, she had fallen into a depression that he hadn't been able to fix. Sighing, he found her path of paw prints and started to follow them, his own swallowing them up. It didn't take too long to find her, making her way across the snowy grasslands with her head down. His heart went out to her, it really did. He knew how hard it was to have family leave you, he knew it very well. Licking his lips, he trotted over to her and leaned down to attempt to bump his nose against her shoulder. "You can't mope here, look around yourself," he said softly, lifting his head to gaze around them. Snow covered the lands in a thin blanket, no more than two inches coating the lands. It made everything seem more quiet, a more serene nature granted to the lands of Abaven. The rain hadn't come yet, streams of sunlight reflecting off the hard outer shell of the frozen snow. The ground gleamed like a million shattered diamonds, almost seeming too bright to look at. He squinted his yellow eyes, a small smile on his face. The bunches of snow that had gathered on the trees started to fall off the laden branches, puffs of flakes flying into the air in their wake. It really was beautiful, when you took the time to look at it. Glancing at Quake, his smile spreading wider across his lips. There were so many things around them to see, as long as you lifted your head up.

"Speech"
'thoughts'