He didn't slow his pace but Lyre met it with ease. He only paused to brush up against foliage or remark the borders, his ears twisting towards her as they moved through the border. Apparently she hadn't picked a spot for her den, and he nodded slowly. He had been pretty picky about finding his own place to rest, and it was pretty much the main hub of Abaven now. He called meetings on top of it, and watched his children grow there. "I think a majority of the wolves stick in the plains, I'm not sure if anyone has settled into the thicket yet since its the newest Abaven land," he offered, wondering if that would help her. There were a lot of grasses there, maybe it was a good herb hunting spot as well? He had no idea, it was something he always tended to avoid. Plants were gross and he'd rather stick to meat, thank you very much.
The conversation took a quick switch, and he couldn't help but chuckle as she saw right through him. It would seem that he wasn't as good at hiding things as he would like to think. "Let's just say that I've been through a lot during my years," he answered simply, shrugging his shoulders a bit as he paused to look at Lyre. She was a kind soul, he could see that. She just wanted to know what was going on with her alpha, and there was nothing wrong with that. While he didn't want to go into detail, he knew that he should at least explain a little bit of why the leader of Abaven was always in a glum mood. "It's mostly grief, I've lost a lot of wolves in one way or another. Death, or just having them vanish without so much as a word. The mother of my children is one of them, as well as my siblings and most my family members. It's been a revolving door of wolves and I'm just tired of having to say goodbye." He smiled softly at her, hoping that it was enough for her to stop worrying about him. Bass never liked to see others waste energy on him, he had a feeling that he was far too damaged to fix anymore. He had his kids and his pack, but even they tended to wander off. Picking up the border patrol again, he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye as they walked. And what of her? Did she suffer the same pain as he did?
"Speech"
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