As the pups grew older, their voices got louder. He would sigh at the cramped den, digging at the edges to try and widen it out a bit. There were far too many bodies cramped up here, but he didn't want to give up their den. He loved it, it was the first place that he had called his own when he first claimed Abaven. So he dug away, the pups most likely out exploring with their mother. He said he was going to stay behind to make the dun bigger, but its not what he wanted. His muscles screamed to be used, to work out. He used to love to run, and did it often, but now the little buggers were weighing him down. That was, until a howl was heard. Bass perked, jumping up so fast that he nearly hit his head on the top of their den. Looking up carefully he eyed the rock ceiling before dragging himself out of the den. Ah, a hunt! Yes, that is what they needed. To run and jump, and sink his fangs in. The snow was starting to melt, and he was sure that it brought the prey back with it. The Winter had been harsh, there was hardly enough to go around his growing pack.
Bass took off, not even bothering to wash the dirt from his paws. Eying Allen, he skidded to a stop and smiled at the older man, nuzzling his shoulders. "Thank the stars for a distraction," he breathed, sucking in as much fresh air as his lungs could handle. Falling to his rump he waited for the others to show, nostrils quivering in excitement. At last, something to do.
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