It seemed she was right when she mentioned something going on with him. She shrugged slightly, a small sheepish grin on her face as she tucked her tail around her paws. It quickly faded, however, when Bass' entire demeanor shifted into something she hadn't seen very much. The only other time she had, was that one night she had lost herself so badly that he had saved her from walking right off a cliff. She frowned when he looked away, and when he told her what was bothering him, her own ears fell back against her head as a quiet gasp left her. "Oh Bass...I'm so sorry..." It seemed he couldn't catch a break. His mate had up and left him, abandoning not just the him and the pack, but the children they had together. That was something she related to, because her first mate had done the same...except he never came back. Whether he was alive or dead was unknown to her, and honestly...she didn't care anymore. Until she either had confirmation, then she supposed it would always be a shadow in her life. It was hard losing someone, regardless of what they did or who they were though. Even though Bass' mate had up and left several times, she knew he still cared. And now that his friend Hansel had passed away...things seemed harder on him. She didn't have anyone that she had been friends with for as long as Hansel and Bass...and she couldn't imagine having lost someone after knowing them for so long. She did know loss, however...it never was easy.
She caught his eye when he looked at her, a failed attempt at a smile faltering on his lips when he spoke again. Her heart went out to him. She wanted to step closer and offer as much comfort as she could, but what would others think if they decided to wander by if she did? Bah, screw it! She stood and roughly pressed herself chest against his, head gently resting over his neck as she wrapped him in an embrace. Maybe she was overstepping boundaries here, but she couldn't help it. Not when he was clearly hurting and in need of comfort. And her being who she was, wanted to comfort him as much as she possibly could. "Don't say that, Bass. I know things are hard...I lost someone last season too, and although I feel the same way as you do sometimes, there is still a chance of happiness." Did she believe that herself? Sometimes. She knew it was hard...she had been there, and often she was still stuck there. But somewhere in that tunnel, she knew there was an escape. "Please...don't say that anymore..."
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