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His damn little puppy face was so adorable, and it nearly made his heart melt in his chest. He whined and pawed at the horsetail at his feet. Bass' ears hugged close to this skull at he scooted forward, eyes looking over the lip of the ledge. When Starling went on to explain that it could be a good use of his time to learn how to heal himself, how to take care of him. He hummed softly, leaping off the rock to lick the top of Starling's head. "Fate un argomento forte, figlio. Va bene, si può insegnare a me le vostre erbe." He said with a sigh, pulling himself to his rump in front of the boy. "This is your lesson Starling, I will listen and learn, I promise. And... thank you for your concern Starling." He knew that he worried his family and pack, it would seem that he was always coming home hurt. Perhaps learning a little bit of herbs wouldn't be so bad, after all. And he was right, Starling had tried fighting just for him. Bass had been very shocked to see him show up.

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