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

*Bass* · 12-06-2014, 05:06 PM

Her look was not lost on him, he caught it before Novella tore her gaze away from them. A low whine left his mouth and he closed the space between them, trying to nestle her head under her chin. Bass pressed a delicate lick atop her head, his ears pulling tightly to his skull. "Its fine Aunt Novella, we will figure something out." He said softly, nuzzling himself closer to her. It broke his heart to see her in such a state, to think for a moment that she had no faith in her skills. He did look up to her, she had a much more level head than he did. "Together, okay? Why don't we call our packs together and host a meeting about this? We can see what the others think, and build our way up from there. I cannot just sit around while that woman holds them captive, but you were right in the fact that I shouldn't just charge in. With Motif expecting as well as Wren, they need me here. Whole and well." He pulled back, trying to nose under her chin to turn it up towards him. "I know that Mother would be proud of you, Aunt Novella. To do so well like this... its a feat that I as well admire. It was always your plan to pull our packs together for training, right? Well, then lets pull all the minds together. As one, I am more than positive that a solution will be found." He smiled at her, kissing her cheek. Novella was stronger than she might realize, at lease in his eyes.

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