These small hours
10-28-2014, 10:50 PM
Bass's voice would call out, summoning her into his den and she would smile, shake her head fondly at the words as she took those steps and brought herself into his home. He was one of the lucky few to have his den undamaged by the weather, her's was toast from flooding and she hadn't bothered to scout out another den for herself yet. She heard the exhaustion in her brothers tone and she simply crept into his den, found his form lying on its earth and positioned herself behind him. She curled up against his back, she didn't care about the mud that splattered his coat, only the warmth his presence and body offered her. She sighed, happy at his presence, but not content yet ? she did after all have a bone to pick with her boy, even if she was very happy to be beside him. ?So Bass.. guess who I met today? she murmured softly into his back. "Speech" |
