Living like we're renegades

Wren was usually away from the den because she was hunting, self-training, swimming...doing her own personal things. She was naturally a pretty intelligent wolf, liking to be alone rather than around others. With the exception of Bass and her kids of course. But doing individual things...it made her feel less stressed in the scheme of things. Right now she was busy disposing of rocks that were sticking out of the walls of the family den. Considering they needed more room, digging was necessary, and with that came annoying rocks that liked to stab her in the belly at night. Nope, not very comfortable.

Plus, her two youngest babies were growing. Until they became a year old, they'd need to stay with her and Bass in their den. Which wouldn't be a problem...considering they managed to fit five overgrown pups, plus the two of them, inside that den about two years ago. The thought made her chuckle. How did she survive in a den packed with so many wolves?

Wren let out a heave of effort as she rolled the rocks into the edges of the thickets, shoving them in places that made sense instead of piling them up in the middle of nowhere, just waiting to cause trouble. She was tired by now- but thankfully, it was cool...stopped her from sweating like a pig. These rocks were reasonably heavy after all! Wren seated herself slowly and sighed, smiling. She was satisfied. Suddenly, a familiar aroma filled her nose. This was strange...the Sandpiper she knew was loud and silly. Was her daughter trying to sneak up on her? Wren smirked and lifted her head, whistling innocently. Suddenly, the high-pitched voice of her tiny tan flower met her ears, and she turned around, trotting toward her puppy. "My dearest Sandpiper is growing to be quite the hunter." Wren said with a playful smile, leaning down to kiss her on the ears. "How lucky I am to have such a wonderful daughter who can hunt for me and my husband." She practically sang, seating herself beside Sandpiper.

"Speech"
'thoughts'