A Break In This Storm
12-15-2016, 01:06 PM
One look over his shoulder was enough to tell him that the petite female was following him. When they squeezed into the den he was able to give her his full attention, both of them dripping water on the dirt below them. Bass let out a muted chuckle at her words, nodding his head. "Quite, it's been a terrible year so far. But anyways, what brings you to Abaven's borders? I am Bass Destruction, Primo, or alpha, of this pack," he said softly. There was no need to speak too loudly, the drum of the rain on the den was muted enough in here. He knew that it was a bit odd to be sitting in a cramped den with a stranger, only a few inches between them. He obviously bore no ill will towards her, a sweet smile on his inky lips as he awaited her answer. Even though he felt the ever present weight of his grief, it was starting to be slightly more manageable now. Besides, he had had this conversation so many times with a number of wolves that it was as easy as breathing. He would be able to shut him mind down completely and just race through the whole ordeal about telling strangers about Abaven and the like, ranks, their skills, all of that stuff. But there would be no emotion in his voice, and he didn't want to seem like a closed of brute to a potential new member. So he sat there, pushing his blue emotions down so that he could welcome this female into his pack if that is what she was looking for. |
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