...Am I To Believe You Were All At A Picnic? {ABAVEN}

He had heard everything from Motif.

Bass had only been with his sister for a little bit -- to short -- before Allen called the meeting. Ah, good thinking. He was going to do it but it would seem that his partner got to it first. To say that he was not pleased was an understatement. Here Allen was, trying to do his best to lead his pack in his absence and it falls apart like this? The male growled as he stalked towards the meeting place, hackles raised along his back slightly. He didn't care if this was how he greeted his pack, he was not happy. At all. Fuming was perhaps a better word to describe how the male felt right now. As he neared the meeting he saw that only a few had gathered, hardly a pawfull sat before Allen. Teeth flashed slightly, all before his sunshine gaze fell on a very familiar red and black form. He paused, paw still raised in mid step as he squinted at the female. Was that... Mira? Shaking his head, he blinked several times before he was able to see the differences. Goodness, she looked a lot like her mother. This must be Lillianna, the yearling that Motif had told had joined him. Smiling softly at the girl he dipped his head in a greeting, before doing the same to the few who had actually bothered to show up. His greeting was a tad bit curt, his frustration at the situation quite clear. "Thank you to those who showed up to Allen's meeting hastily. I am sorry for my ruffled feathers but... it is not the best news to come home to." Gaze landed on Allen, figuring that this man called this meeting for this very reason. The older brute would have had no idea how close Bass really was to getting home. Huffing he walked beside the man, nuzzling his shoulder softly. "Sorry, perhaps this is not the best way to return home. You will address them first, this is still your meeting. I will talk after." He said softly, words for Allen's ears only. And then with that, he tipped up his head and added his urgent call to Allen's passed one. If the rest of the pack did not hurry to get their butts in gear, there wa going to be a major ass whooping...

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