Not A War, An Alliance.

He was finally back to his old self, his wounds had healed and he could move about just as freely as he could have before. He was still careful about the workings of his jaw, he was finally able to talk and eat without it causing him too much pain. He had been taking a drink in the lake when a howl called out for him, his alabaster ears perking towards the sound. Another caller to his door? Chuckling he shook the dampness off of his muzzle and padded towards the caller. The one who howled for him was a pretty wolf indeed, but his eyes were drawn to the snake curled about her neck. He froze at first, thinking that one of the snakes that lived here had tried to slither around her neck, but he caught the wink that the dame tossed the snakes way. He was wary of the creature, most of the snakes that lived here they needed to kill off, they seemed to like to bother the wolves. "Greetings stranger, interested in Abaven are you?" He asked, his head tilting to the side as he found a seat before her. Those two different coloured eyes were very nice, a trait that he liked. He loved his sister Harmony's mismatched gaze, and since then he found it to be rather compelling on others. "My name is Bass Destruction, I am the Azat -- or Alpha -- of these lands."