I'll Sing You One Last Song

Bane thought about his family and their little conglomerate they had a few days ago at the den he'd taken over since the elder's second banishment. A smile creased his muzzle as he vigiously rubbed the pointed stick he'd chewed up a few days ago back and forth along the bare wood of the pine tree. The bark had been scraped clean with downward swipes of his claws no less than a week ago, then his family had show up before he could even start work on marking this tree at all. A yawn overcame him and Bane's fangs flashed in the early afternoon sun. Perhaps now would be a reasonable time to take a nap? Not that much else was going on... maybe he could watch the water go by, or lope up and down the riverside to get his blood flowing. The twice-banished could also nap, rest up for the hunting of prey in the next few days.

He'd do that, another yawn creeping up on him as the wolf ducked into the earthen den to sleep.
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The sleeping male's moist nose quivered as several scents we added to his dozing, as well as the audible approach of a wolf at the den's entrance. The calm wind blowing down into his den carried with it blood... and Des, a bleary eye cracking open. The dry earth shifted against the elders dusty pelt as he tilted his head to look at the female before him. A sly half smile formed on the side of his muzzle at her mentioning that she bore food for the waking up male, worn paws bringing him slowly out of his den. Bane looked up at his once-mate with an amused twinkle in his eye as visible merriment overcame him. "You come to me baring food in you condition? You do know I am a mated wolf Des." Bane nearly howled with laughter as he settled about feeding on a leg and ribs of the young deer, his body remaining halfway out of his den. "Thank you. How are things?" Bane inquired as he licked along his mouth and rose out of his den so he was face to face with Destruction.