Aftermath

Bas and his brother had been stuck in the den for so long, he had almost forgotten what the outside world was like. While he was gone, the little boy missed his home deeply, but now that he was forced to stay in the same den day in and day out, he had grown out of it. Every chance he could get, he would ask someone to let him go out, even if it was just in front of the den or down to get something to drink. Though tiny, he too needed to stretch his little paws. Finally, what seems like decades later, mother had taken all of the pups out for a stroll, and Bas couldn't be happier. Like a buzzing bee, Bastyan zipped around the area; he would jump over his brother chewing on a stick, zoom past his mother, and come to a skidding stop by Naeva. Blaise was no where to be seen, and while he still cared for his brother, he wasn't as close to him as he was to the other pups. So he didn't really mind his absence. While bouncing through the nearby area, a howl rolled out over the land, and he instantly knew it was uncle Torin.

Naeva brought his attention back from the distance, and he quickly followed the other members of his family to the meeting. He would pull at Naeva's ear as he ran passed, not roughly but in his usual playful manner, before weaving his tiny form between his mother's legs as she walked. Soon enough they arrived to the meeting, and there were more wolves there then he had ever imagined there would be. Were they all from his pack? His eyes got pulled away from the crowd and towards uncle Torin when maman greeted him. Bas would wag his tail rapidly at the older male before jumping up and leaning his front paws against his side. "Tu m'as manqué mon oncle Torin?"