A Break In This Storm
12-16-2016, 10:20 PM
Bass let out a soft laugh at her words, shrugging his shoulder in a casual manner. "Not a problem, at least we got you out of the storm as well in the process," he said, shaking slightly to try and puff up his damp coat. At least with them in a rather small space, they were starting to share what little heat they had. He couldn't imagine leaving her out there at the borders in this, while she could have waited would she still be stuck in the storm? He didn't like the thought of that, and honestly he wasn't too bothered. His nose wrinkled a touch when she called him Primo though, even though he was alpha he was never one for formal titled. Abaven was his family, and he wanted to be seen as such, he guessed. "And please, call me Bass. It's a pleasure to meet you, Chanel. Now before you go and toss yourself into the mix here, do you know anything about my pack?" Bass asked, raising a single brow. He firmly believed in going over what his pack was about as well as the ranks to see if they would fit in as if they were coming home. While they had a bit of a different aspect, he really and truly cared for everyone within the pack. He would hate to see her go out of her way to join and then find that it just wasn't the place for her. They had an assortment and ranks, and he hoped that there was something that would suite her fancy. Keeping his golden gaze steady on Chanel, he wondered just where she had come from. Lately there had been so many howls at his borders, a lot seeking to make themselves into something. It was a boost that they so desperately needed, but numbers didn't always equal activity. Since the death of Hansel he hadn't even held a training, but was hoping to fix that soon as soon as the weather calmed. There were a few fighters here who he had a feeling needed a refresh in the basics, so instead of using what little energy they had in the winter, he just wanted to go over defenses and trying to predict your opponents attacks. Finding that he was drifting off in thought, he blinked slightly as he refocused himself on the younger wolf in front of him. She looked to be about the same age as his first litter, and wondered if she would find a friend in his daughters. Finch had been so much better lately, coming into her own even if it was a little late. But it was Sparrow who he worried about more, the girl seemed distant and seemed to want to be outside of Abaven more than within it. His pups seemed to like to scatter themselves into the wind, if only he could grasp their attention and make them realize that he was still here because of them. He could have walked away at any time, but he kept everything up and running so that they would have a safe home, somewhere to grow up and defend. It taught values and held a lot of merit in the training that they could attend. |
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