Unknown Destination

The scent of yet another stranger crossed his nose, and no howl as well. The last time someone had simply sat and waited at the borders for him, it had not gone well at all. Grumbling to himself he stalked towards the scent, angered even further when he discovered that it led right into his boundaries. Bass growled, his paws falling heavy on the landscape as he followed the scent. He saw the black creature resting by the lake, his lake, a snarl about to rumble in his throat - but it stopped. The damsel that was laying in the lake was sick, he could tell by her emaciated form. Suddenly the anger left him, and he raced to her side.

By the looks of it she was young, probably around the same age that he was. Sniffing at her, he could indeed tell that the female was ill. With what, he didn't know. That was a question for Harmony. Harmony! Bass would need her, he knew nothing about herbs and about how to make the ill feel better. Tossing up his head he let out a quick howl, not just for Harmony but for any healer that was near by. This girl was very sick, she needed help. "Miss, are you okay?" He asked, knowing it was a stupid question. Of course she wasn't okay, she was passed out in the lake!

Trying to calm himself, Bass took a deep breath, poking the female softly with his nose. Was she going to wake up? Placing his paw by her nose, he felt her breath, and knew that she wasn't dead at least. Whining softly, the pale brutes ears lay flat against his skull. He didn't know what to do... he hoped that she woke up, and that a healer would come quick.