Something told me...

He let out a loud sigh, tired paws dragging himself back to his den at a slow pace. He was so tired, ever since he had come back he had no time for anything at all. Fixing up Abaven was at the top of his list, as well as setting aside time for Wren and his kids. Bass longed to make a trip up North to see Starling, but it was just too far away right now. He couldn't even think about leaving for that long to make it all the way up there and back in more than just a pawful of days, and as much as it killed him, he stayed. But when he reached the den, the winds shifted and carried a very familiar scent to him. Starling? Was he just imagining it, something that his mind drew up from his thoughts? Ignoring the need of a nap, he turned towards the border. Before long he broke into a run, racing towards his son. Why was he paused at the very cusp of his home? He was allowed back in, no matter what. He didn't pause long enough to see that he was upset, skidding to a stop just before him as he picked up his front limb and tried to wrap it around him, hugging the boy close to his chest. "Oh, mio figlio, mia Starling. Come Mi sei mancato." He said softly, bending down to wrap his head around the base of Starlings. He wasn't trying to suffocate the boy, but it had been so long since he had seen him. Ever so slowly he pulled back, now realizing that he didn't quite look himself. Bass hesitated, putting his paw back down on the earth as his head tilted to the side. "Cosa c'è che non va? Stai bene?" Bass' hackles started to rise slightly, lips twitching as he got prepared to fight off whatever made his son upset. Little did he know that it was by his own mistake that Star was like this.

"Speech"
'thoughts'
"Italian"