Let My People Go

His eyes followed the male as he started to pace, moving back and forth as he obviously tried to solve his mystery. He would pace as well if his damn shoulder wasn't so sore. After a long moment of silence he finally spoke, saying that he told no one but... but who? Obviously something had dawned on him, and his brow rose. That was his business though, and he was too tired to dig into Valentine's mind. Bass was pleased that this angered Valentine, he had come here expecting a fight but it seemed that the alpha was in the same condition that he was. He offered him a healer, and his pride was too slashed to reject it. Plus, it was still quite a walk home. He wasn't even sure if he could go home, not without Rhythm. "I will accept a healer, I would be a fool to turn down your generous offer," he said softly, starting to warm up to this mountain of a man. He cared about his sister, and even though it still angered him a bit, he was starting to see that she had found a good man. "But please, please bring Rhythm back to me. She was dragged off before I could say anything and I just... I need to see that she is unharmed." He did not whine or beg, but there was obvious concern laced in his words. The man who fought him was a fierce warrior, stronger than anyone he had fought before. He had no doubt that he would harm Rhythm if he had the chance. Valentine had also apologized to Bass, and he shrugged his shoulder, wincing again when he moved his left shoulder. Damn, he was going to have to remember that. "No need to apologize, all is fair in love and war." Bass said with a smirk.