take my hand

He was patrolling on the opposite side of the borders when a call rang out for him and his pack, causing his head to snap in the direction of it. He knew that call, he had heard her before. Katja. They used to hold an alliance with her, with Ebony as well. But he had not heard from Kassander or the viking woman for a long time, and was immediately curious as to the origin of her summons. Picking up an easy lope, Bass cut straight across the plains to see not only the darker woman, but Kass at her side as well. A smile on his maw, he dipped his head to the two before eyeing the objects that Katja carried. A single brow rose as he turned his yellow gaze from her back to her face. "Katja, Kassander. Long time no see. And today it seems you come baring gifts?" He asked in a slightly teasing matter. However, it was good to see the two of them, it was always good to speak with new allies. But the scent on their coats was not Ebony, and he was unsure to who he should be looking at as the alpha. Their smell was different as well, and he knew that Ebony, or Yfir, was no longer down here. So where were they? So many questions circled around his head, but he didn't want to stand their and spew them all out. Clearly they were here for a purpose, and maybe that would come with some answer to his questions.

"Speech"
'thoughts'