He was tired of it all. Of the pain and the gut wrenching sorrow, of hanging onto another wolf's every words until they up and left him. He was tired of his kids disappearing and being sad, of wishing for a mother who wasn't there. So when he had found her, sitting there on the beach acting like nothing had happened, he had broken into even smaller pieces than he was before. He ran after he found her, not daring to go back to pack lands with her scent clinging to his pale fur. By the time he made it back to the mainland he was soaked to the bone, his pale fur leaving divots in the snow where the water dripped off of him. The storm was raging on around him, but he already felt numb to the cold, to the world around him. Some might think that he was being dramatic, but this just wasn't his season. Two friends, dead and gone. And the mate he had tried so hard to forget about? Lingering around so close to home. He deserved a moment like this.
He flinched at the snow touched his golden eyes, making him squint against the onslaught. He needed to dry up before he got sick, because that meant taking herbs. The tip of his tongue stuck out of his teeth at the thought, it was enough to send him towards the lake. He had been here a few times, and he knew that there had been some long since abandoned dens in the area. He picked up the pace until he was pushing his speed limits, his tongue fully hanging out of his parted jaws. It was difficult to see with the sheet of white in front of him, the winds picking up flurries off the frozen ground. Bass could hardly feel his paws, slowing as he began to tire. He needed a place to dry off, and fast. Running and the wind had done enough to rid some of the clinging salt water, but he was still damp. Finally he saw a lump looming over to his left, and he veered towards it. Ducking in with a loud slosh, he lowered his head towards the ground as he gulped air into his lungs. His legs shook slightly, and it took him awhile to realize that he wasn't alone. He sensed her presence before he saw her, his golden eyes raising up to peek at her tawny marked form. He blinked in surprise, raising himself up to his full height as a sheepish smile overtook his tired features. "Sorry about that," he panted softly, licking at his still-salty lips. "Apparently I like making an entrance." He thought back to how he had reacted when he saw the minty-eyed woman, standing there like a statue until she made the first move.
"Speech"
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