Crying with my soul
01-08-2015, 05:01 PM
Oh how had his sister had changed. Would thinks ever be the way that they used to? His eyes roamed to Rhy, the poor girl caught in the middle of all of this. Bass hardly blinked when Motif sent accusations his way, pale shoulders shrugging. Perhaps she wasn't the only one who had grown up a bit. "Would have been nice for you to say goodbye," he called, rising to his paws and padding a bit closer to the little gathering. He felt a bit bad for ruining the moment between the two sisters, perhaps it would have been better if he had stayed away. "You left without a single word. Vanished. I came to find you at your den to see that both you and your daughter had vanished. I wanted to talk, to chat. My wife gave birth while you were away. Five puppies. Two girls and three boys. You should come and see them sometime," his words were soft, just loud enough that they would be able to hear it. Stopping beside his darker sister, his golden eyes taking in Motif. He did miss her, no matter how much he tried to deny it. "Where's Shaye?" Bass asked, looking around his sister for the little black and white girl. How much fun she would have with his little babies! |
