I've got me a shovel and I'm digging a ditch

His ears pulled back as his aunt spoke, his hope dashed away quickly. So they had not made it to Thear that he had hoped. Sighing, he leaned more heavily against his aunt, heart falling to his paws. She told him a bit about the past, and he just nodded his head numbly. If neither of them had seen the wolves of Sawtooth, then truly all hope was lost. They must be held captive by the new Queen, by this cruel woman. "I fear the worst then, Aunt Novella. I neither of us have heard from them..." He swallowed hard, gazing up at her with anger burning in his eyes. "If that woman dares to hold them captive..." Bass stood then, tearing himself away from the pale woman's side as he began to pace in front of her. He couldn't just leave them like that, but neither was his pack fit for a war. Too many of their warriors were pregnant, and he didn't want to risk it. They were too far along, it was too much of a danger to them. Grumbling to himself, he suddenly paused and looked slowly up at the woman. "I will go fight for their freedom, all of them. I will take on this woman who dares hold my family captive, for that is surely what they must be." He growled, gaze hardening as they narrowed into slits. Yes, that would be what he needed to do. But he did not rush off, he waited to hear what his Aunt had to say. He respected her wisdom and yearned for her thoughts, his whole body freezing before her.