a glass half empty

She hadn't seen Bass... not really, not since Chrono's death. And it worried her. Where was her fearless, jovial leader? she understood that it was pretty much impossible to be jovial at the current time, but... still. Where was he? It had been Harmony that welcomed Abaven to the Singing Caverns. When certain wolves would go hunting later the day, it would be Motif who led... not Bass. The few times she saw him.. he smiled, but they were never true smiles, and they were quick to disappear. His eyes weren't the bright color they were before; instead, they were duller... darker and more dim.

She could tell herself something wasn't wrong, that she was imagining it... but she couldn't lie. No, she couldn't lie to herself, not about her alpha. Not about one whom she loved like a son, one who she would willingly give her life for so he would live. There was something wrong, and nothing seemed to be helping. Nothing.

A whine escaped her jaws, and she slowly wandered the caverns. Where could he be? Somewhere he could be alone, yes. All she needed to do was catch - ah, there. His scent. She traced the scent from the fading point, nose flaring. It was hard to keep a scent, when the scent of rain and heat was everywhere. The sound of rain splattering just outside, and the humidity making everything so humid was distracting as well. She eventually made it, and hesitating, she stood at the corner that turned to where she was certain Bass was.

"Bass?" she called out, nervous, hesitantly... scared.


"Speech"
'thoughts'