When All Is Lost and Gone

Just as promised, Bass had finally made his way home. He was limping pretty badly from walking so far, some minor wounds has reopened and had further stained his coat. He was still slightly damp from the light rain that had fallen this morning, but it had stopped now. He eyed the plains, he was so close now that he was starting to pick up the scent of his border. He stopped, falling back on to his rump as he longed to be off his paws. Tipping his head back he let out a call for a healer, also stating that he was home. Would Wren come as well, or was she still curled up with the kids? It was near noon though, she might be up trying to wrangle them together. That thought brought a small smile to his face as he waited outside his own border. Bass was a proud man, but he knew that he was already over his limits. He had pushed himself chasing after Rhythm right after the battle, but he wasn't going to let her be taken away. And then she chose to stay... His heart clenched painfully in his chest, head hanging down as those horrible things he had said came rushing back to him. His throat felt tight as he swallowed, blinking several times to try to push the pain away. His wounds didn't hurt nearly as bad as his heart did, he felt so dejected and... oddly alone. He knew that it wasn't true, he had his other siblings, a wife, and five perfect children. Why then did he feel like he was so completely, utterly alone? Shaking his aching coat he tried to focus on the horizon, seeing who would answer his howl first.