The call of the Azat would rise, the call for wolves of his rank -- Pera. The calico male would change course from where he was, patrolling around where the little ones tended to like to roam, and instead headed off in the direction where Bass would be waiting. Since there was no wolf holding the master rank of the Pera yet the training of the wolves would fall on Bass. Their Azat was young, but Allen felt him capable, and he would place his trust in the alpha.
He would arrive, looking to see that no others were gathered. Gaze would then slide to Bass, his dark green eyes shining respectfully as the male dipped his head to the Azat. ?Azat Bass.? The male would say in a gentle voice, dipping his head.