It was funny how calls seemed to either come in large groups, or just one every season or so. Just a few months ago it seemed like he had endless howls at his border, but it had been rather quiet lately. Not that he minded, he was pretty serious about working on bettering himself. He wasn't helping anyone when he was down in the dumps, and he had a pack to run and pups to keep an eye on. That and he really needed to start looking for an heir, he was really starting to get up there in age. If anywhere were to happen to him, who would look after Abaven?
The thoughts were pushed aside when he heard the trickling call of a stranger, his head lifting from his den. It was so warm and stickily humid that he had been hiding in his shaded den during the worst of it. But duty called, so he pushed himself to his paws and moved from the plains into the thicket. It didn't take too long for him to push through the tall grasses, spotting a large tan form eyeing his lands. He looked young, perhaps a year or so old, but Bass had been near that age when he started this whole thing up. Smiling softly at the boy, he moved to take a seat a foot or so in front of him, dipping his head to the caller. "Greetings stranger. I am Bass Destruction, Primo, or more commonly known as alpha, of these lands. What brings you to Abaven today?" His vocals were calm and cool, his ears fully turned towards him. He had his full attention, his brown marked features strong and yet open.
"Speech"
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