Is All As It Seems?
08-14-2015, 01:45 PM
He was supposed to be resting, after the long trip home. But sleep was not coming easily to the pale man, not that he was home again. Breathing in the night air, he shivered slightly at the chill in the spring air. Man, it sure was cold still. He would have thought that it was going to be a bit warmer when they got back from their trip. Sighing and shaking his brown marked face, he found that his paws at led him to the rapids. The rushing of the water filled his ears as he paused, taking a seat a few feet away from the bank. Golden eyes blinked sleepily as he watched the water splash against the rocks, memories of times of old filling his mind. His pups were already a year old now, and he was going to be turning four next season. His ears flickered as he got the uncomfortable thought that he was getting old. For three years now he had led this pack, as a yearling he had laid claim to these lands with so much hope in store. My how times have changed. He grew stronger and stronger, building up a pack with a family like relationship. They were not lacking in closeness, although Bass felt like the idea of Abaven had been lost. He had started this pack wanting to be mercenaries, and yet only one pack had made use of that. Pale ears hugged his skull as worry started to gnaw at his belly. Was he even able to pull this off? Poor Allen had been dumped with everything, having to deal with a pack of mostly younger wolves who apparently didn't like to listen. Bass' lip twitched slightly, it would seem that he was going to have to change things again. Get more strict, and tell his wolves just want he wanted out of them. It was probably a lack of communication on both his part as well as the others. Everyone seemed to be a little more self involved than pack involved -- himself included. But that was going to change, as soon as he was well rested Abaven was going to go through some changes.
"Wren's Speech"
"Bass' Speech"