Why Is A Raven Like A Writing Desk? [Bass]

He was playing with his little bundles when her call rang out, his ears pulling forward at the voice that called for him. Pandora. It had been a full season since he saw her last, not since before the storms had torn his home apart. He was glad to hear that she was here now, alive and whole. The Azat had been worried that she had been harmed by the raging winds, but alas! Carefully pulling himself from the children he stood, placing a kiss on Wren's cheek before he fled the den. A blast of chilly air greeted him as he raced towards the river, easily picking out her form among the stark white snow. It was quite the contrast, her blue and gold fur popping with the snow behind her. Skidding to a stop, Bass beamed a smile at his friend, her heat scent not going unnoticed. It made him falter slightly, but he gained control and leaned forward to nuzzle her cheek. "Pandora, glad to see you in one piece," he said, stepping back to sit on the ground before her. Grinning, he tilted his head slightly. "What brings you here today?"