Eye of the Storm

He had only been back for a little while now, a few days at least. There had been so little time to see everyone that he wanted to and have one on one conversations. His family was everything, and his pack was pretty much up there. He had yet to take full leadership back from Allen, he needed a few days to rest with his wife and the girls. But that didn't mean he had any less power, Abaven was by every right his own pack. So while he may be able to rest and leaving Allen in charge, it didn't make him any less of a leader.

Bass was on his way to patrol the borders when he caught whiff of an unknown scent, mixed with one he knew very well. Hackles rose as he froze and tested the air. They were indeed within the pack boundaries. He had heard no howl at the border, and besides, Shaye didn't have the authority to say yes or no. Lips curled back into a snarl as he broke out in a trot, making a beeline towards the two wolves. It only took a matter of moments before he spotted the dark gray beast pretty much snuggled against his niece. The pale man let out a growl as he came at the two, narrowed yellow gaze resting on the intruder. "Shaye... you very well know the rules of our land. And what does it have to say about those that trespass?" He asked in a rumbling voice, tail curled over his rump as he stared down at the man. "I could very well within all my rights attack you right here and now, but since you are curled around my niece I will do for an explanation. Now." Bass' voice was low and there was very much a warning in his tone. He had not yet been back a week and he finds out about his wolves getting into fights and finds a trespasser. Perhaps he should have never left... Eyes glanced over to Shaye, disappointment in his gaze. He said nothing else though, only waiting.