He couldn't help but notice the look of domination on Quelt, which amused him for whatever reason. It was easy to see that he was a born leader, and Bass just simply had the determination to set forth and take a pack for himself. Although he wondered about Quelt's story, about why he himself was not an alpha. Since he displayed his domination so clearly, even in front of his Azat. However Bass did not scold him for it, it was a time for mourning and peace, plus he was more curious about the why than mad at his actions. As he peered at the brute, their gazes locked, he wondered if he was appraising him as he was to Quelt's own form. It was not a heated stare down though, at least not in his eyes.
The brute couldn't help but chuckle at the mans words. "A much younger you, I would imagine." He noted, but a single brow rose after his words. Most knew that he was young, but did this wolf know just how young he was? He was skeptical that he did, and so he spoke of his age to Quelt. "You know that I am only a year old, right?" It was not a question asked out of anger or spite, he was more... Amused. He found it funny that most members didn't know just how young their alpha truly was. Bass grew up a lot when he took over Abaven, not all by choice. By putting these responsibilities upon his broad shoulders he forced himself to age, for his soul to grow weary with the struggle he was putting himself through. But for him, it was more than worth it. When Quelt finished his speech however, both pale brows rose in shock. Why was he telling him all of this? It seemed to be pretty private information. He was glad though, pleased that this older male could trust and lean against him. "I thank you for your honesty, and fot not wanting to take my pack. When the time comes, I will be more than happy to assist you. If you lose, I will welcome you back to Abaven with open arms. This is your home Quelt, no matter how far away you may roam." A soft smile graced his black lips as his golden gaze shimmered, his words far beyond his years. He spoke as of there was an old wolf curled within his belly, relaying information to his still expanding mind.
Apparently Bass did not have to wait long to learn of his back story, because he offered it willingly. Ah, so that explained the dominance. "As long as it doesn't come off as challenging, I have np problems with your mannerisms. Alone, its fine. But when the pack is gathered, try to be a bit more reserved if possible." He said teasingly, trying to bring back a light to their seemingly damp conversation. He was always the jester, that would never seem to fade with age. Quelt bumped his shoulder and he jostled the male right back, chuckling softly into the night air. He was enjoying this, it was nice to have another male to,speak with. Usually he was clumped up in girl talk with his sisters.
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