A Break In This Storm
01-06-2017, 02:36 PM
Bass could understand missing having a family, it was a feeling that he held in his heart almost every day. He nodded in understanding, stretching forward to press his nose to her cheek if she allowed. "That's what I like to think of Abaven of, and I hope that in time you accept us as your family as well," he said softly, a genuine smile on his lips. He didn't move as she moved closer to him, welcoming her warmth on his chilled, drenched coat. It would seem that the rank of Pattuglia captured her attention, it had seemed to be a popular one lately. He had yet to name a head of that rank, and no one had come forward yet. He hummed softly, maybe he would ask Finch to hold a training or something. She never expressed interest in becoming Prima Pattuglia, and he wasn't going to just hand it to her either. There were a number of wolves with that rank now where they had only had a few before, so now was the time for everyone to prove themselves. In his mind, even new members could prove themselves worthy of such a position. Seniority was nothing in his eyes, if there was a newer wolf who worked harder he had no problem promoting them over an older, more quiet wolf. Or fox. He grinned at himself, her happy mood was starting to become infectious. "Well then, Chanel, welcome to Abaven. Your rank is named Pattuglia. All my ranks are in Italian, a language that my kids and I speak. I would offer to show you around Abaven but..." he drifted off, his yellow eyes staring out at the rain. They would only get more wet, it would seem like they were stuck here until it all blew over. Sighing, his gaze flickered back to the patchy female. "So, was your old pack around here, or did you come from another land?" Small talk wasn't that bad, right? |
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