These Lands Are Our Lands (p2)

The silence spread through the lands, and Bass found it to be very calming. The lands around him seemed to hold its breath in waiting, the soft humming of water seeming to be the only noise that echoed in his pale ears. The sound of falling paws made his head slowly turn towards the one who approached, a soft smile on his maw. He tested the air with a slightly open mouth, taking in her scent that wafted towards him. Ah, Ludicael. He knew that scent well, it was the neighboring pack that was led by his grandparents. But why had she come here? Was she interested in the pack, or had his grandparents sent someone to check out the call? Neither way, he remained seated and awaited the dame to approach him. She did seem to hold herself in a respectful way, and for that he was grateful. He inclined his own cranium in a greeting, polity waiting until she spoke first.

A deep baritone laugh slipped passed his maw at her words. "Well Wren Sartaddi, its nice to have my first visitor be not to bad looking either." Always the teaser, he was. It wasn't exactly flirting for him, it was more teasing. How she would see it though, was not up to him. He was a little daft when it came to flirting, and to the fact that his jokes could very well be viewed as flirting. "Its a pleasure as well Wren, but I am curious. Did my grandparents send you to spy on me?" His eyes were twinkling with humor, but it was an honest question. He was very curious to see if his grandparents even knew about his new reign. Noticing that he had yet to state his own name, his tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth. "Forgive me, I am Bass Destruction." He knew that she would very well know his last name, considering that much of his family lived within Ludicael.