His frown pulled his muzzle down, his chin tucking towards his chest as another gust of cold wing ruffled his fur. He was so drawn into his thoughts that it took a moment to catch the scent of the newest member of Abaven. He stilled, looking over his shoulder to glance at the cream and honey female. A small smile was offered, but it wasn't hard to see that he was doing it just because it was the polite thing to do. His tail swayed behind him as she spoke, asking if there was anything she could help with. He didn't miss the eagerness in her voice, it was enough to bring a bit of sincerity to his diplomatic look. Bass turned to look ahead of him, at the expansion of the borders that stretched before him. It was such a huge part of his daily routine, and nothing usually happened, that the time flew as he followed the invisible lines that cut them off from the rest of the world. It had been awhile since he had had any company, turning back to Lyre as his ears perked up, turning in her direction. "I wouldn't mind some company during my patrol," he said softly, his shoulders rolling as his paws fell back en-route. She could choose to walk at his side or behind him, but it would be a lot easier to converse if she was at his flank. "Are you settling in okay?" He asked, a usual question for a new member of the pack. Even though it flew off his tongue with practice, there was a note of concern there. He did worry about how everyone fit in, and liked knowing if something was amiss. He had been keeping himself so busy lately that he forgot to check in on some of the newer members, he had yet to see Asha or Pyhrrus. The thought made him flinch slightly, but he pushed it away as he started at a slow pace.
"Speech"
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