Bass let out a gentle sigh, leaning against the multi coloured man as his head twisted to eye him. There wasn't really much good news, not when he shared everything with him. His ears clung to his skull as he looked down at his pale paws. "There isn't much good news, Allen. Even though we are still here Abaven isn't thriving, we're just surviving. Nothing I do will bring up pack activity and I'm just tired. Wren came back only to disappear after I screamed at her. Hansel and Quelt have both passed away in the winter and I just..." he cut off, his shoulders shrugging in an empty manner. He didn't even know anymore. Why was he doing this? If it wasn't for there being so many wolves in his pack he would just call it to an end. They could all live here as they saw fit, but... it wouldn't truly be a pack. What was the point when no one seemed to care about it besides him? He wasn't sure, but he couldn't just watch his pack crumble to and end at his paws. Even though they weren't doing well, they were all still here. They could call these lands their home and not worry about anyone taking it. It was safe, and it was home. Bass knew that in a million years he wouldn't be able to just walk away from all of this. It had been their home for so long that he couldn't imagine having it just come to a close.
Lifting his head, he turned to meet Allen's green gaze as he offered a hesitant smile to him. It was so hard, this whole game of life. Even though he had been down in the dumps for a little bit, he still had so many good memories here, a lot with the man at his side. It was odd that he was in the point of his life were he was literally looking back at the 'good ol' days', where had the years gone? So much had happened in what felt like the blink of an eye, and here he was at the tail end of it all. He wouldn't be here for too many more years, so he had better keep this alive and well for his kids and hopefully grandkids to care for. If anyone wanted it, that was.
"Speech"
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