These Lands Are Our Lands (p2)

Bass's smile faltered when she seemed to be startled by his accusation. He didn't mean to come off like that, he was just trying to tease her. Concern shone bright in his liquid gold eyes, his head slightly lowering as he tried to comfort her. It had only been a joke! Poor girl, being blindsided like that. "I was only kidding, Wren. I had no means to accuse you of anything. Just a simple banter." He said with an uneasy laugh, his paws shuffling awkwardly as he attempted to regain his composure. He wasn't too good with strange interactions, and this dame seemed to be throwing him off slightly. It could be the mix of all these new things in his life, or he could just be stunned by her flirting.

The damsel seemed to deflate and he stretched over, touching his nose to her shoulder in some sort of comforting move. Bass was slightly awkward, and he was not helping himself at this point. He didn't like to see her like this before, it was more fun when they were teasing each other. He was quite the care-free brute, usually. He was working on growing more serious, although out of all his siblings he was probably the most goofy, it was simply part of who he was. Plus, being one so young and having so much responsibility was hard, and a lot to ask of him. He had placed it on himself however, and had no one to blame but himself. The soft words of the stranger brought his thoughts out from within his own mind, a sheepish smile spreading his black lips. "All my littermates and I hold names of musical value. My sisters names are Harmony, Motif, and Rhythm. My brother's name is Chord, and I am Bass." He stated, chuckling in his deep baritone. "I guess you can say that we are all children of music, and I must thank you for the compliment. I do rather like to sing."

Bass had no idea that he was flirting back, although maybe at some subconscious level. For him it was not unlike the same back and forth that him and Motif seemed to constantly have. He winked at the dame, his pale appendage thumping upon the landscape. "Your name seems very fitting of you as well, wren's are very beautiful birds. Although I must admit, you are a bit bigger than a small fledgling." He teased, his golden eyes sparking with mischief. He was having a lot of fun, but he had no idea what he was opening himself up to. He was pretty behind when it came to the art of flirting, or the art of the opposite sex for that matter.