Let My People Go

When Valentine got riled up, his hackles stood back up as his calm feelings vanished. So he really didn't have a clue, did he? "Someone from your pack called me to the battlefield to challenge for Rhythm. A high rank I assume, as it is our laws. He was black, same height as me, and wore this mask... a ram skull I think?" he asked, still growling as he fell back to a seated position. He was sore and tired, and had little patience for this game. He needed to get the bite checked out on his neck before he caught evil cooties or something. Golden eyes looked up at Valentine, it was obvious that he cared for his sister. Letting out a shaky sigh, his head shook back and forth. "Look, we obviously got off on the wrong paw... or at least I did. If you care about Rhythm please just let her come home. I know that that black bastard won the fight, but I just..." Bass dropped his head, swallowing hard. He had failed. He hadn't been able to protect her from the kidnapper of sorts. "I followed her scent here, I had just thought that you sent someone to claim her. Because... why else would someone from your pack come for her?" Raising his head, he calmed his hackles and hoped that Valen would as well. They weren't going to get anywhere by yelling at each other.

Grumbling, he shifted his weight to the right to take it off of his injured shoulder, huffing out another sigh. "I'm protective of my siblings, I'm not sure if you have any that you are close with. While I know that she cares for you too -- I can see the difference in her -- I just don't want her to leave home. I guess you can say that I sort of became the father figure after we left our parents to come here. But this... this is not okay Valentine. I get that you didn't know about it, but its kind of a really big deal." He said, trying his hardest to keep his voice calm. His eyes were somber, his pride had been dashed down with losing the fight, the thoughts of not being able to protect his pack were thick in his mind. But it had been the first fight in awhile that he had been in, he had been so busy with his children that his skills had become soft. Or maybe it was all an excuse. "I'm sorry for accusing you, I really am. I was a fool to push away your concern like that, your a good man." Bass nearly choked on the words, but they were spoken regardless. He went to say more, but snapped his jaws closed again. He had said enough already.