Turn to dust or gold

His eyes rolled when she said that she hadn't gotten herself into anything, looking her bleeding coat over. "So you just tripped and tore up your chest?" He asked her skeptically, his brow still raised. It was obvious that she had done a bit of healing, there was dried blood all over her silver pelt. He let out a sigh as he took most of her weight on him, shouldering it with as much ease as possible. "Someone pissed you off." Bass mumbled, grunting as he shifted his own weight to support both of them. She commented about seeing her before, calling him baby. His eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at him, trying to figure out what the hell she did to herself. Bass just let out a sigh, head shaking slowly back and forth. "I should get you something to stop the bleeding at least, unless there was something you came here for?" Cataleya never came here unless she was looking for something, or to try and piss him off. Bass was aware of her games, she had played him. But he was growing weary, his pups were waring him down and his patience was grinding down moment by moment. She hadn't done anything yet, but when didn't she? But Arcanium was a valuable ally, and he didn't want to lose that over being a father. Cat had her own children too, had even tried to get him to fight her while she was pregnant with them. She was up to something, he could feel it in his bones.