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

He nodded at Novella's words, he knew that an illness had effected them. How badly though, he was unsure. "Why don't we hold it on neutral grounds then, or on the border we share?" he asked, referring to the border along Monument Rapids and Fontamo Bay. Perhaps that would be easiest for all wolves. "I will wait for your call. Now, would you like something to eat before you go home? We caught an elk not that long ago, there is still bits left," he offered, not wanting her to wander home without being offered something at least. His tail thumped on the ground, a smile on his face. He would do anything for his family, even if it meant laying down his life. Bass was looking forward for her call, for their packs to get together and discuss what had happened. He had the thought to send a member of Abaven to the old Sawtooth lands, one that bore no looks that resembled the Destruction's to see what was happening. He was not going to stand idly by.