Turn to dust or gold

Bass lay on top of his den, head resting on his pale paws as he looked out across the land. There was a soft smirk on his maw as the sun warmed his back, a rare quite day away from all the craziness of his kids. He was about to close his golden eyes when a slight movement caught his eye. His head snapped to attention, lips pulling back into a snarl as he saw someone cross his border. Not even stopping to sniff at the air he jumped off of the flat rock and raced towards the trespasser. But that is when the scent hit him. Blood. And underneath that... it was Cataleya. Concern replaced anger as he slowed his movements, coming up to the woman head on. Her chest was bleeding and she was limping, causing Bass to race to her side as he offered her his shoulder to lean on. "What on earth have you gotten yourself into now?" He mumbled to her, a single brow raising as he looked at her beaten form. "I should grab you a healer, but first... why on earth did you come here and not go home?" He asked her, a low growl rumbling in his chest. Her home was far away from here, and if she walked all the way over here just to pay him a visit... well he would have to toss her around a bit more. He couldn't help but remember the look on Kylar's face when Bass sat next to his mate at the gathering, he could hardly imagine what he would do if he found her here, beaten and battered. The two alphas had a very strange relationship...