The voice that called for him was one that he knew well, one that he had been dreading the sound of. His heart twisted in his chest, golden gaze turning towards the direction of it. Huffing, he pushed himself to his paws and shook out his thin, summer coat. Oh boy, he was not looking forward to this one bit. But it was something that needed to get done. Imperium was a pack that Bass would like to have as an ally, Valentine and his wolves were strong in numbers as well as in fighters. He had felt the brunt end of that one anyways. Rolling his shoulders forward, he slowly made his way towards his border. Bass was in no rush to get this started, although the sooner he got there the better, he supposed...
Making his way towards the giant, Bass dipped his head in a curt greeting. "Have you come to bleed all over my borders now?" He asked casually, a hint of a smile playing at his features as he pulled himself to his rump. Pale tail curled around his form, gaze steady as he aimed to meet the other alphas. He said nothing else, just waited to hear back from Valentine. He had made his way over here, so he probably had some thoughts in mind. He didn't wish to bring up his sister who was still in his clutches, his heart still shutting off that moment. Valentine had been caught in the middle of the family battle, and the Azat did not blame him for it. He held no anger towards the other alpha, perhaps a bit of bitterness, but there was no fault on his massive shoulders.
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