NEVER MEANT TO BE SO COLD

When his name was called he did not hear, he was currently underwater, swimming after a fish that had escaped from his jaws. When his head broke the surface of the lake, he saw the brown woman looking into his den. Had she come here to finally talk to him? Climbing up the bank, he dragged his soaking wet body up onto dry land, standing beside Mirabelle with water dripping off his coat. He rose his brow to her, silently questioning her motive. He had a lot of faith in her, and then she had just upped and left. He didn't know how to feel about that, about her being able to walk away from Abaven so easily.

Bass moved from beside her and hoped up on his rock den, his wet paws nearly slipping on the flat surface. He shook, then turned to face her. "What happened to you?" He asked, his voice flat. He was trying to keep his emotions out of his vocals. He was upset, and hurt. She just went off without a word, not even a word to him. How? Why? What could possibly make her want to leave his side? Was he not a good enough alpha? Did he not assure her enough that he was good enough to lead her and all of Abaven? Where did he go wrong?