into the ocean

He had been patrolling the borders when he caught the scent of a stranger. Right away his guard went up, and he quickly made his way towards the scent. However, what he caught was the tail end of a rather bright wolf, and she looked quite young too. Hackles settled as he paused at his own borders, pale head tilting slightly. She seemed way too young to be by herself, and let out a bark to try and catch her attention. "Hey, hold on a sec!" he called after her, trotting to try and bring himself to her side. "Are you looking for somewhere to stay?" Golden eyes inspected her, he hadn't ever seen a wolf with such bright, vivid colours on them before. He knew that he was staring, and cleared his throat as he tried to meet her gaze. Bass wasn't one to just turn a blind eye to those in need, and he had no intention of just leaving her here to walk away. "I'm Bass Destruction, alpha of the pack behind you. But in Abaven, I'm called an Azat," he explained softly. His own pups were still young, probably about the same age as her, so he knew better than to talk to her like she was a child. It drove his own kids mental. Smiling down at her, he let out a soft chuckle. Just thinking about his children made him so much happier. He hoped that if she was going to stay with him, that they wouldn't make a comment about her odd colouring.