Hold on to me

Tiburtius glanced up with surprise when he heard Heather's voice greeting him over the rushing sound of the falls. He stopped and turned toward her with a small, polite bow. After all, she was the queen now. If he had noticed her earlier he would have done a more proper, more positive greeting, but as it was she caught him with his emotions on his sleeve. "Hello, Heather. It's good to see you." He really hadn't spoken to Heather like this before which was odd now that he thought about it. There were actually lots of wolves here that he had no real connection with even though he grew up in the same pack as them. He remembered seeing Heather and her siblings next to Leo at the first meeting after they were born. He was still very young then of course, but the idea that he grew up right next to all of these wolves that he hadn't had a one on one conversation with was a startling realization.

His brows lifted with surprise at her invitation to share his troubles with her. He chuckled a little and glanced away with a sad smile. "That obvious, huh?" He sighed softly and looked back at her with a shrug. "It's nothing really. I have a... friend that lives in Abaven, but I haven't seen her in a long time and I haven't smelled her scent near the border recently. So I'm just a little worried." There was much more to it than that, but that seemed like a nice condensed version. "It seems like Bass' scent is fading from the borders too... Makes me curious over what's going on over there." Hopefully that would distract from his trouble with girls. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't his first concern either.