Man To Man

There was something else that had come to Allen's mind shortly after the training had finished. The aging gentleman was no spring chicken, but he was hardly ready to lay down and die as of yet either. With Nona seeming to disappear again, making him worried sick as well, the man saw only one option left. To devote himself to the safety and security of his pack, his home, and make sure that Bass understood he wasn't going anywhere. No matter what happened, no matter what came of the future, Allen was an Abaven member until the day he breathed his last.

The man would step away from pera training, stopping long enough to meet Bass' gaze. "A word if you will, Bass." The gentleman would say. He'd glance over his shoulder towards Shrike and Finch and then continue on, walking towards an area where they could be secluded among the plains. He would turn, his dark gaze shifting onto the alpha with a fire of purpose within. He would offer a gentle smile though a serious look rested upon his face. There was definitely something of importance to discuss today.