In My Head {Bass}
12-30-2014, 11:38 AM
Allen would breathe in relief as Bass spoke. What on earth had he done to find such an understanding man? Truly, Bass had to be a saint, an angel, some divine being disguised as a mortal wolf. His heart was kind, yet strong and fierce when needed. The calico man would count every blessing, and truly Abaven felt as it was his home. No... it was his home. Where had he ever felt more at ease? Even when all was in chaos, he felt some sense of security. That was the beauty of Abaven as it was. The elder wolf would dip his head in respect, letting out a soft breath.
"Gods above Bass, I can not thank you enough. Never before have I met such an understanding man. Kind enough to have a heart of gold, yet ready to defend all he loves without turning tail when it is called for. You are truly a unique man." The calico was not one to give such compliments lightly. He meant every word.
Allen would raise his gaze back across the water, feeling something within his heart. He would let his dark eyes fall closed, breathing out once more. "I know I shouldn't be, Bass... however... I worry. He is my son, lunatic or not. Despite seeing his own brother dead at his paws, slain by his elder, I could not fight him. I could not bring myself to punish him for becoming something I wasn't there to prevent." The calico opened his eyes again to look at Bass, his words serious once more.
"You just had a litter with your mate as well, correct? Be there for them, Bass. I'm sure I don't need to tell you... I'm sure that you'll stand beside them always. But not being in the lives of your children can be one of the biggest mistakes a brute can make in this life." He would wait for a moment and then manage a small smile.
"That being said, I look forward to seeing you as a father. How many little ones did Wren have? Are they all well?" It was time to shift the mood back to the lighter one Bass intended to come with. Plus he was truly interested. The young were the future. Plus he always had a soft spot for children, the cute little buggers.
"Gods above Bass, I can not thank you enough. Never before have I met such an understanding man. Kind enough to have a heart of gold, yet ready to defend all he loves without turning tail when it is called for. You are truly a unique man." The calico was not one to give such compliments lightly. He meant every word.
Allen would raise his gaze back across the water, feeling something within his heart. He would let his dark eyes fall closed, breathing out once more. "I know I shouldn't be, Bass... however... I worry. He is my son, lunatic or not. Despite seeing his own brother dead at his paws, slain by his elder, I could not fight him. I could not bring myself to punish him for becoming something I wasn't there to prevent." The calico opened his eyes again to look at Bass, his words serious once more.
"You just had a litter with your mate as well, correct? Be there for them, Bass. I'm sure I don't need to tell you... I'm sure that you'll stand beside them always. But not being in the lives of your children can be one of the biggest mistakes a brute can make in this life." He would wait for a moment and then manage a small smile.
"That being said, I look forward to seeing you as a father. How many little ones did Wren have? Are they all well?" It was time to shift the mood back to the lighter one Bass intended to come with. Plus he was truly interested. The young were the future. Plus he always had a soft spot for children, the cute little buggers.