These small hours

*Bass* · 10-28-2014, 11:20 AM

Bass laid curled up in his den, still covered in mud. He had been digging around the rapids, trying to widen the coarse a bit so that it was not so raised. And then he had dug little irrigation ditches around the lake, hoping that any further rain water would draw right into it without really flooding the lands again. He was very tired, and just about to fall asleep when there was a scratch at his door. Letting out a soft groan he slowly lifted his head, blinking his tired eyes towards the entrance. By scent he could tell that it was Motif, and he let out a bark to tell her to come in. He was far too tired to go moving about, his paws a bit bloody from where he had slipped. It was a messy job, but it was all worth it for Abaven. He would quickly lay down his own life to make his pack safe, something that probably drove his sisters mental. "Are you coming in or what?" He called out, his vocals teasing, but coated with the exhaustion that he felt. Motif was probably no different, she had taken a group to start clean up elsewhere. There was still a lot that needed to be done, but he would rather piece it together slowly than to burn out all of Abaven.

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