One land was not going to be enough for the plans that he had set out for Abaven. They needed somewhere to train, somewhere to host all of their guards as well as meet with other packs. Even though the sheer cliff could hold some danger, there was always a safe passage. There was no illusion about the safety of his new pack, they had plenty of access to fresh water and prey. And now the perfect grounds for practice. Padding through the thicket Bass once again began to mark his territory, his scent filling the unclaimed lands.
Going about matters much the same that he had in the plains, Bass sat upon his haunches and let out his claiming howl. These lands belonged to Abaven now, and anyone who wished to join his ranks were welcome to answer his song. Relaxing his neck back into its normal position, staying seated to see if anyone answered him.
It was quite a groggy morning for the lady. She was stretched out in her small den in Ludicael, head rested on the soft dirt as she attempted to sleep for a few more minutes. Birds squawked and flapped noisily outside her den as the earth came to life. It was annoying. Rays of sun were leaking through the little roots that provided privacy for the babe. But suddenly, as the light touched her eyelids, the woman gaped, throwing her head up and slamming it up against the top of the den. She released a brief whimper and sunk to the ground, while pressing her fluffy torso up against the back of the den. Then she shifted her body away from the light, shielding her eyes with her forearms and huffing softly. All the woman wanted was a few more minutes to sleep. But damn it. Rest didn't seem to be in her favor.
Soon, after a few minutes of tossing and turning, the woman got up, squeezing her way out of her den and widening her legs slowly. Almost as if she was about to battle something. But no, she was stretching, craning her neck to the side and letting out a few tired yawns. The Lovers Mangrove was quite nice in the morning. Everything came to life, even when snow littered the ground. The sun made the snow look nice for once, too-- as it shimmered to the rays of light. She hoped that spring would come soon though. This snow could get tiring. Suddenly, a howl erupted in her ears, vibrating her senses and making her paws tingle. A claiming a howl. Though she wasn't interested in joining- maybe she could meet this alpha. Maybe even befriend him?
Wren smiled and slowly turned in the direction of the echoes of the song, huffing and jumping to a sprint. Her paws gradually began to numb up through the snow as she manuvered around trees and avoided rocks and such. But soon she arrived at this new territory. Even though it was the man's territory now, she crossed the freshly marked border and looked to seek him out. And there he was. Those half-circles again! And to think this man would be someone else! Wren let out a disappointed sigh and slowly approached him from his left, body lowered and head dipped slightly with respect. Then she looked back up at him and smiled, sitting and folding her tail over her paws. It's nice to see a new king- and a good looking one. The babe chucked to herself softly and adressed herself. I'm Wren Sartaddi, a loyal chapter of Ludicael. It's nice to meet you.
The silence spread through the lands, and Bass found it to be very calming. The lands around him seemed to hold its breath in waiting, the soft humming of water seeming to be the only noise that echoed in his pale ears. The sound of falling paws made his head slowly turn towards the one who approached, a soft smile on his maw. He tested the air with a slightly open mouth, taking in her scent that wafted towards him. Ah, Ludicael. He knew that scent well, it was the neighboring pack that was led by his grandparents. But why had she come here? Was she interested in the pack, or had his grandparents sent someone to check out the call? Neither way, he remained seated and awaited the dame to approach him. She did seem to hold herself in a respectful way, and for that he was grateful. He inclined his own cranium in a greeting, polity waiting until she spoke first.
A deep baritone laugh slipped passed his maw at her words. "Well Wren Sartaddi, its nice to have my first visitor be not to bad looking either." Always the teaser, he was. It wasn't exactly flirting for him, it was more teasing. How she would see it though, was not up to him. He was a little daft when it came to flirting, and to the fact that his jokes could very well be viewed as flirting. "Its a pleasure as well Wren, but I am curious. Did my grandparents send you to spy on me?" His eyes were twinkling with humor, but it was an honest question. He was very curious to see if his grandparents even knew about his new reign. Noticing that he had yet to state his own name, his tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth. "Forgive me, I am Bass Destruction." He knew that she would very well know his last name, considering that much of his family lived within Ludicael.