He was sorely disappointed when it ended up just being him, Rhythm, and Allen. He blew out a withering sigh, but when Allen spoke he gave the older man his full attention. Ah, he remembered sniffing out that herd a few weeks ago, it was good to hear that someone else was looking after them as well. He laid out a plan, and the man nodded his head. It was well thought out, well planned. Bass grinned at Allen, standing and shaking out his coat as he eyed the distance. It would be a much needed hunt, there were so many mouths to feed. When he offered Rhy the killing blow, he eyed her to see what her reaction would be. But his ears were turning on the top of his head, already alert and on the mood for a hunt. He tossed up his head quickly, giving one last call for anyone who might join them. Bass was starting to get excited, his toes curling as his nails bit into the frozen landscape. He was ready to go, blood already starting to pump through his veins faster.
