A Call to His Highness

*Bass* · (This post was last modified: 07-03-2014, 04:05 PM by Bass.)

The calls seemed to be few and far between, but when they came Bass was ready to answer. He couldn't help it, with this little game that him and Harmony had. He was paroling the borders when a new call came for his attention, his pale ears perking to attention. Stretching out his long, lanky legs he was ready, and took off in the direction of the call. He was ready to beat her, his healer sister. He just had to. His pink tongue lolled out of his maw as he raced in that direction, his white tail flying like a banner behind him. He looked much more like a yearling than he did a true Alpha, trying to race his sister in the direction of the call. But hey, it was all in a days work. What was the harm in a little ploy between siblings? Without a little fun, everything would be so daft.

Bass slowed when he saw the male on his border, panting softly as he slowed his pace coming up to the stranger. Composing himself, his head inclined towards the russet male, a lopsided grin on his maw. He had won again. That was two for him, and zero for Harmony. "Welcome stranger, you called?" He asked, settling himself upon his rump in front of the being. His pale tail curled around his paws in a neat manner, that grin not leaving his maw. He was sure that Harmony was about to show up at any time, hopefully she didn't crash into him again. "I am Bass Destruction, Azat of these lands. Are you interested in joining Abaven?" He asked, assuming that it was the sole reason for him calling for the brute. There wasn't too many other reasons why wolves called him to his own borders.

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