Eye for an eye [Abaven]

Bass had just finished training his Pera's, exhaustion clear on his white and brown face. He was dragging his paws towards his den when a call rang out for him, loud and clear. The brute groaned and turned his head in that direction, it wasn't that far of a walk. Motif needed to hurry up already and be his Azarat, cause he was getting tired. The pack was growing fast, and he needed help. Carrying himself high he shook off his state of exhaustion and made it up to his border. When he got there, a purple wolf met his gaze. Bass started, freezing for a moment and raking his eyes over her form. He had never before seen a wolf coloured like this, and it was such a big surprise for him. Shaking his head and clearing his throat, he tried to push away his embarrassment as he padded over to her. "Hello, I am Bass Destruction. You called to speak with me?"