Man to Man

Ah, so it would seem that the two of them were indeed on the same page, just as he had thought. There was no harm in coming to ask though, even though there was more than one reason for his visit today. He was glad that Valentine thought the same way though, it wasn't out of spite or a direct attack on each pack that the girls fought. From what he had heard it had been very much provoked by Lillie, and Vana had given her a warning as well. Girls would be girls, he supposed, but it was no thread to Abaven or Imperium. They were just children who had a squabble, and a very smart girl on his end who picked a fight with a much bigger wolf. He would hope that if his kids got into fights with other children, that it would be the same way. It would be different in other circumstances, but he wasn't threatened by the prospect of fighting yearlings. They had to get all that angst out somehow, right?

When Valentine commented on the status of Lillie, he couldn't help but shake his head slowly and let out a brief laugh. "Yes, and allowed my sisters very young pup to follow her out of pack territory as well. I do hope that the injuries she got will serve as a reminder to her on what she did wrong, and hopefully keep her out of trouble for a bit. Although she has been pouting a bit about her first loss, but as would anyone I suppose." He commented idly, tail curling around his side. Their conversation was pretty light and easy, and he was glad that there was little tension between the two men. Bass picked up on the proud smile that tickled his maw, and couldn't help smiling a bit in return. "No doubt there is going to be a race to see who can win next, as always seems to be the way of siblings." He thought of his own, on how Finch would whine about wishing to be strong like Lark, and how Lark somehow seemed older than his other litter mates. Ears flickered thoughtfully as he turned his attention back to Valentine, yellow eyes observant.

He watched as the man nodded along with his words, and he couldn't help but feel a small tinge of jealously deep in his gut. All his kids seemed to pick up on their mothers softer nature, only Lark aspiring to be a true strong fighter. Shrike wanted to master in everything where Finch and Starling were more reserved, quiet. And Sparrow. oh Sparrow. She wanted to be a diplomat of sorts, something that he wasn't to sure of. Not that he was any less proud of his kids, he just wished that they all had the drive to fight, to serve and protect the pack. Bass didn't love them less... but it would be nice.

They moved on quickly, and the man was fast to explain when he saw Valentine's brow rise. He was sorry for what had transpired, for how heated he had allowed himself to become and lash out at the taller man before him. They were both passionate guys who cared a lot for Rhythm, which is perhaps where they started to butt heads. He was very protective of his family, and had acted rashly when he felt like his back had been stabbed by one of those that were very dear to his heart. He had been foolish and letting his emotions rule before his heart, generally his first mistake. Maybe if their conversations had taken different turns at their first few meetings, the two packs and alphas would be closer then they were now. This whole conversation seemed... civil, at best. While they both seemed relaxed, there were no real signs of them being completely at ease with each other. But maybe Bass had deserved it, after all the trouble he managed to stir for himself.

He was pleased when the fellow alpha dipped his head, feeling a bit of a weight lift off of his chest. He hadn't realized how much it had been effecting him, but Bass didn't really like the idea of others not caring for him or his pack. He knew that not everyone would love him, but the fact that it was his fault that there was a rut here made it different. "It seems that we let a woman get between us, Valentine," he teased softly, a smooth chuckle leaving his lips. Woman always seemed to be the start of the issue, in most occasions. They loved them too much, that is where they fell short in other things. He blinked slowly when he saw the other mans confusion, before letting out a bark of laughter at his next words. "Well I would hope that you slept at least a few nights, since then. But I think we had talked about doing a spar training of sorts, one started in odd positions such as from behind, very close, or side by side?" He half asked, half told. What had it been now, a year? Half a year? Since they last talked about it. He didn't blame the other for forgetting, there had been more important things that had transpired since their chat.

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