Here you find me in between

His head slowly nodded when he said that Rhy had chosen to stay, his heart clenching painfully in his chest. "After I fought for her, Chord. After I put my life on the line to see her safe and sound she turns around and decides to stay," his words were slightly gruff, he was still quite miffed about the whole thing. "If she had wanted to go, she should have said something before. You know, if she had come to me at any time before that claim, I would have let her go in peace. Well..." he paused, his golden eyes rolling slightly. Chord knew as best as he did that he would have given her a little hell, but it wouldn't have been as harsh as what he had said to her. "But the way that she did it, it just felt like a slap in the face. I'm all battered and bruised and what do I have to show for it? A missing sister who I said some pretty nasty things to?" Bass let out a sigh, one of his paws lifting and running down his brown marked muzzle in frustration. He had little hopes of even aligning with Imperium at the moment, but it was just only after that heated conversation.

When Chord teased him about looking awful, a small smirk showed on his maw. "The scars of a warrior, right?" he said, teasing right back. It was half-hearted, although he was pleased that his brother was trying to brighten the mood. "You should know by know that I don't always act rashly," there had been many times, in fact. Bass had let himself be ruled by his own emotions again and again, and knew that he needed to change that. At least he had gotten a bit better about jumping blind, he had a pack behind him now that depended on him. Children that would watch him fail, a wife that would be there no matter what. It wasn't just him against the world anymore.

When Chord spoke next, even though he had meant it to be light and teasing, a warning growl slipped from his mouth. It was a little too soon to make jokes about that, his head was still bounding about all of that. He probably needed to go and talk to her once this blew over -- and if it ever did blow over. He was still cut deeply by her actions, but he wasn't about to mope around and bawl his eyes out. Tonight he was still allowed to be mad though, the pain was still fresh. His tan brother said that he would never stay, and his pale ears laying flat against his head. "I know you won't. I was able to tame Motif's wanderlust, but I know that you will never be satisfied, dearest brother."