Never Give Up [Bass]

Brandr breathed slow and even trying not to count the seconds as they ticked by. He wanted to appear confident to whoever answered but he'd never tried to join a pack before. He'd simply been born into one and then disaster struck and brought the whole thing crashing down and to be perfectly honest part of him had always imagined that his mother would return to him. He imagined that they'd start over together. Those were puppyish notions that he was swiftly growing out of.

An older man with a pale coat and golden eyes answered his call and Brandr stood swiftly at attention. Hoping that he was doing this right. The man introduced himself as Bass Destruction, the alpha of the pack. Destruction? A curious last name and Brandr silently wondered how the man's family had earned it. He swallowed, took a deep breath and dipped his head low in greeting. "Hello Primo. I am Brandr Scylding. I am looking for a pack and I was wondering what your pack is like and if you might have room for one more?"

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