And if home screams to me

His head rose as his ears pricked at the sound of the howl. Was that not Qualm? They had spoken only a few days ago about his father and sister, and now here he was at his borders. Curious, and because it was his duty, he pulled himself to his paws and started towards the man. He could smell the puppy breath all over him, and with a faint smile he wondered if Qualm would think that they were his. No, he didn't have any more babies, but he was helping Storm with hers. They were quite the handful already, their spunky attitudes kept his old bones moving. Rolling his shoulders he picked up the pace to a trot, soon seeing the blue form of the man in question.

It wasn't hard to see that something was wrong, the small smile dropping from his features as he frowned. Had something else happened? Lowering his head to attempt to brush his nose across Qualm's cheek, he sat himself down and got right into it. "Did something happened?" It may be a stupid question, but he had heard about his father and told him that he lost an adoptive daughter. That would make any wolf somber, but he felt like this was a different sort of pain. Curling his pale tail around himself, he waited patiently for him to speak. Bass wasn't bothered by the hour, he was surprised that no little ones trailed after him though.

"Speech"
'thoughts'