When All Is Lost and Gone

Harmony was the first to show, nuzzling his cheek and asking what had happened. "There was a fight..." he started, even though that much was evident. He flinched slightly as she cleaned the mud from his wounds, a grunt sounding in his throat. He was pretty much already numb from the cold and from being wet, but it still stung. More than anything though, he was tired. He wanted to sleep, and sleep for years. He paused when he picked up the coming scent of Wren, eying Harmony softly. He would explain when both woman were here, he really wasn't in the mood for repeating himself. And then all of the sudden he was eying down the same damn purple flower that had been offered to him back at Imperium. He scowled down at it, huffing in its general direction as he turned his nose away. He didn't eat it last time, and he damn well didn't want to eat it now. It brought back some memories though of the last fight that he was in. when Harmony basically had to shove herbs down his throat to get him to take them. But that didn't mean that he was taking them. Nudging them away, he just pretended that they weren't there.

Wren arrived next, nuzzling his cheek as his sister had and placed a tender kiss along his ear. Bass smiled at his wife, nuzzling into her carefully. He was trying not to move too far, as Harmony was still bustling about his frame, looking him over for more wounds. It was kind of hard with him being so muddy, he sure hadn't make it easier on himself. "Sto meglio ora che sei qui." he said softly to her. He was about to open his mouth to explain everything when Lark came tumbling in. His golden eyes shone with more pain at the sight of his son, he didn't want his kids to see him like this. There was concern in the boys voice, almost something akin to panic. It broke his heart, to see Lark react like this. He just wanted to hold him close and tell him that it was okay, that there was nothing to worry about anymore. "I never caught his name, Lark. But they have taken your Aunty Rhythm," there was a bitterness in his voice, and he trembled slightly.

Gaze was cast on the three wolves gathered, a sigh rushing out from his lungs. "Someone called for me, and the black brute challenged for Rhythm. He was a monster, and was able to beat me..." he regretted that, that he was able to be beat down. He was supposed to be the protector of this pack, and he couldn't even keep his sister safe. "After the fight I followed the man to where he came from, I was not going to let them keep her. I was going to fight him again if that it was it took. I didn't even stop after the fight, just followed their scent trail. It led to Imperium, and I called for their alpha," he said in a growling voice. He had blamed it all on Valentine, but that is not what had happened. "I had thought that their alpha was spineless, sending a pack mate to challenge for my sister. But in fact, he knew nothing of it. He went to go and collect Rhythm, offering me the assistance of his healers. But when he came back..." Bass choked up at this point, so many emotions blocking his throat. He swallowed hard, shaking slightly as he looked at the three of them. "She came back and said that she wanted to stay. With them. Even after I had put my life on the line to keep her safe, she decided to stay with them. So... I acted rashly." His ears fell back against his skull, his head hanging low. "I told her that she had made up her mind, and banished her from coming back to Abaven."