Once Again I say Amen {Roams}

He really, truly hated politics. A lot. But he had heard whispers through the wind that Roman once again held a crown. He grinned, remembering the first time he had knocked on her door. She invited him in, even offered him a hunt in her lands. A lot had changed since then, he was more mature and bold now. Baby fat left him, replaced with defined muscles that rippled under his fur. He was no longer so innocent, being tainted more by the darkness around him. While it didn't change his heart, it opened up his eyes. No longer did a dust of purity coat his eyelids, instead everything was much more clear. Plus, he was a father now, to five perfect little ones. The smell of Wren's milk was still clinging to his fur, even after the long boring walk to the North. Boy, the things he did for his pack.

Now cold and tired from his journey, Bass finally made it to the borders. He easily picked our Roman's scent, while it had changed there were still notes in it that spoke of her. There was another male mixed in though, and was that a hint of pregnancy that he detected? Blinking his tired eyes, he tipped back his head and called for Roman. It could simply be the smell of his own pups on his pale fur that he was picking up, he had walked a long way to get here. But they had been allies once before, he wanted to know if she was still interested. This was not the pack that he had first come to, but neither was his. Abaven had grown with the man, and now stood stronger.