He knew that she was conflicted on her feelings, but so was he. He wasn't angry as she thought though, no, his thoughts rested more in pain. She uttered that she was sorry, ignoring the question that he had asked. Still his face remained stony, he didn't dare allow her to see just how much this hurt him. "I asked what happened to you." He repeated, his voice cracking somewhat. Did she know how worried he had been about her? How afraid he was that she had just up and left? His tail swung behind him a few times, refusing to move from on top of the rock that held him above her. "I was worried sick Mirabelle. I was afraid that you just upped and left, that you just abandoned your pack and your family." This time his words were firm, there was no quavering in his vocals.
Letting out a soft sigh, Bass shook his head to and fro as he let his mask slip off, his golden eyes shining with all the emotions that he held towards this situation. "It pains me that you were able to just get up and walk away from me. I thought Abaven meant something more to you." Yes, his words were harsh. But he wasn't going to sugar coat this, he would not allow a members to simply walk away and leave time and time again. His ranks were meant for strong wolves, for ones who cared about everyone within the pack and defend them with their lives. He had thought that Mira knew it, and he was uncomfortable with the fact that she had made him think otherwise. He could not allow room for regret with his pack, and he hoped that she didn't either.
