This was not close to the first time that Bass had turned up his nose at her herbs -- in fact, he turned them up each time she would bring them, and she would end up having to manipulate the poor king into eating them. It seemed as if she were taking care of a rebellious pup... but well... Bass was one. She would silently begin to rethink the desires instilled by the hormones from heat, but she shook her head at an unknown subject to her siblings as she would give a stern grunt. "Bass. I know you don't like the taste of them, but if you really don't want them, you can skip today, but you will probably feel a bit more pain later. It's your choice." But the choice he would make was so very obvious: No. A playful roll of mismatched gems would be given as she heard her brother scoff, wishing to stand and run. "I'm sorry, bro. Maybe in a couple days I'll let you go out and stretch your legs like the energetic little boy you are." A chortle would escape inky lips as she gently tapped Bass's muzzle with her tail's tip, before she would lie down, content and relaxed.
Such terrible scars would mar the King's muzzle, yet he knew he was strong. "I know you're strong... and even if you weren't, Abaven would follow you to the end of time." She would gently lick his crown, nipping his ear gently.
