A beat without a Bass

He had left without so much as a goodbye. He knew it was stupid and had regretted it with each step that he had taken away from Valhalla. But he had still left, and he would never forgive himself. She would never forgive him. That is why he made his way back to the plains, where they had first met. He intended to call for her, but as he drew near he knew that it wouldn't be a problem. Seeing that look on her sweet little face broke his heart, and his entire pale body hugged close to the ground as he drew near. He crept closer to her, a whine breaking his maw. He was careful not to cross the boundary, but he crawled closer until his massive head rested on her little paws. "I'm so sorry Cecy, my little Cecy. I had meant to say goodbye-" He whined, cutting himself off as his golden gaze moved up to look at her. Would she hate him forever now?

Bass knew that he was the worst wolf in the world. He had set off to do his own thing, not really taking into effect how it would hurt others. Like Cecily, who was always so happy and full of life. Now she just looked... Well not like herself at all. And it was all his fault. Ears pressed back into his skull as he nuzzled her leg, praying to all the gods out there that she would somehow forgive him. "I started a pack Cecy, my very own pack. I want you to come with me, but I can't make you leave your parents." Like he was making things any better for himself... "I am so sorry Cec... please, please forgive me? I'll do anything." He got an idea then, his eyes looking hopeful. "We can go look for that tiger, so that Signy won't find one before you."