poor little king

*Bass* · 08-11-2014, 12:13 AM

He rumbled softly between his song as Wren made herself comfortable within his soft fur. He was so glad that she was here, and that he could sing to her. He loved singing for others, it made him feel like nothing else did. Music was important to the boy, which is why he picked the song over the story. He would pick music always, if he had the choice. His lullaby soon came to an end, Wren telling him that it was beautiful. Chuckling softly, he wagged his tail as her soft touch was placed on his cheek. Ripples went down his spine, but they were easily ignored this time. "My mother used to sing that to us as pups, its one of the few memories I have of her." He said softly, his golden eyes growing somber at the thought. He missed his mother dearly, and would bring it up with his grandparents. He needed to interact with his family more, he had a whole heap of them resting in the pack that sat just along his own borders.

Moments of silence spread between them, but it was a comfortable one. His eyes slid closed as he rested them once more of her gray coloured paws, another yawn parting his jaws. He wouldn't fight falling asleep here with her, but her soft lyrics called out to him once again. His head shot up as his eyes flew open, his gaze searching her face. Come with him? His tail began to thump upon the earth, of course he wanted that! It would be nice to have her around, then they could spend more time for each other and not have to wait until they ran into each other. He knew that Ludiceal was pretty full, and that his grandparents shouldn't be too upset at her coming to join him. He was rather baffled, it took him awhile to find the words. His mouth just kept opening and closing, but his tail still beat a steady rhythm on the landscape. "Of course you can Wren!" He finally woofed, nuzzling at the base of her ear.

Bass pulled back, resting his forehead against hers for a brief moment before giving her a bit of head space. His own head tilted to the side, a brow raising. "What rank would you like?" He asked, his vocals carrying his excitement. His pack was slowly growing, although there was a slightly nagging thought in the back of his mind. What if his Nana and Papa weren't okay with it? Would he be in trouble for taking her? It was ultimately her decision, and he thought that his grandparents would think the same way. She had brought up going to the meeting and talking to them though, which helped ease those negative thoughts. Abaven had more room than Ludicael, they had already had to turn away some members as it was.

Speech,

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