These small hours
10-09-2014, 07:37 PM
The day of clean up had left Motif tired, but exhilarated from the work out and the effect of seeing a cleaner Abaven. Of course, it would take a long time to set things right and she would be meeting her group again in the morning for another day of hard work, but they where getting there and Abaven was starting to look like the familiar land they had loved. She couldn't just go to her den and sleep however, for one her den had been on lower ground and she was still waiting for the swollen banks to ease before she could access it again. Also, she needed to see Bass after what she had learned about him today. She was hurt that she had learned of his mate from his mate and not from Bass himself. They had always been close, she had done everything to look out for him and this pack and work for these wolves... why had he kept this from her? Her emotions where crossed, annoyance warring with the exuberance that was yet to fade when she made her way to Bass's den ? his home was fine, he had wisely picked higher ground to make his den and it hadn't been badly effected from the storm. She stood outside his familiar grounds, sniffing at the scent of him and what she could not now identify as Wren's mingled in amongst it. She sighed, and raised a paw to scratch at his entry, announcing that she was there ? she hoped he was home. "Speech" |
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