TIME TO GIVE UP THE GHOST

The howl that rang out for him was not one that he knew, in fact they didn't even call his name. It was a general howl for the one in charge, and with Motif pregnant that was now all up to him. Half of Abaven seemed pregnant  now... He really needed to get their water tested. Letting out a sigh he heaved himself up, shaking the nesting from his fur. It was colder than normal, winter was sinking its icy claws in deep. He spent most of his time in his den, curled around his wife and her growing belly. He would hate for her to be cold, and he liked to have a rather close eye on her. He hated leaving her alone, but he knew that she was a big girl that could take care of herself. Grumbling to himself about the cold, he finally dragged himself out.

It wasn't a far walk to the borders, but damn was it a cold one. He very quickly picked the tan and black woman out, there wasn't much hiding in the snow for her. Very quickly though he glanced at her belly, trying to see if she too carried pups. There was no way that Abaven could support more children. Once he was sure that she was normal sized, he met her gaze. "Greetings stranger, what can I do for you?" He asked, taking a seat in the snow. "I am Bass Destruction, Azat of Abaven." Even though the title was strange, his posture gave away his position as alpha.