Pull Me Under

Bane sat a ways away from the den entrance and just looked at Destruction as she rose, both of their pelts rippling with a breeze. After a moment she turned to look at him, Bane tensing when he saw the state she was in as she emerged fully from the den and sat in front of it, the grey wolf's paws kneading the earth with anxiety. Bane bared a tooth in warning at the she wolfs growl, but stopped when she ceased the hate sound. "Dillinger..."

Bane checked over his shoulder while listening to Destruction. "I came to say goodbye to my son, and, and... I... I don't know why I didn't come to you when you came to Seracia. I was afraid Destruction. Afraid of you... afraid of our leader and if I would be punished... I regret it all for the most part, I should have helped with raising him and I should have watched him she you went off to preform your duties." Bane took anxious steps forward until he was right in front of the female, asking. "Did you even take the leaves I said too?"