Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies

Of course he had heard the awful wail that had broken through the peaceful day, hell packs in the North had probably heard it. Bass' head snapped up, golden eyes wide as his lips pulled back in a snarl. He was filled very quickly with concern, but it was couples with anger. Who dared harm his sister in their home? Snarling, Bass scrambled to his paws and raced with all his might towards the call. He was on the opposite side of the pack lands, but his paws easily glided along the ground, seeming to soar and he dodged and jumped over his obstacles. There was nothing that would keep him away from Motif in her time of need. The Azat made it to his two sisters in no time at all, skidding to a halt as his sudden stop kicked up the frozen earth. Panting, his eyes narrowed into slits as he looked around, ready to tear someone's throat out. "What the hell happened? Who dared to touch you Motif? I will tear them limb from bloody limb." He growled, lips stretching back as he snapped his jaws together, rage burning through him. No one touched his family, and on his land to boot. There would be blood to pay for whoever touched her. He glanced down at her to make sure she was okay, but it didn't look like she was bleeding. Rhythm looked like she was consoling her, so he knew that something was up. Nothing brought his mighty sister down, and whoever did this would be dead meat.

It was such a powerful emotion that was blazing through the man, and he remembered Catalya saying something about everyone having a touch of darkness in them. Perhaps this was his downfall, his family. He was ready to kill with no regrets, to paint the ground with the blood of whoever touched his Motif. Growls and snarled flew from Bass' mouth and he paced back and forth, nostrils flaring as he looked around for any signs of someone within the borders. This was a whole other side of Bass that had never been showed before, and he couldn't even give a damn.