Maybe it's a dream

"Of course not!" Wren blurted out, despite his caution to slow down. She was already halfway drunk, aware of her actions but at the same time not giving a shit about them. "I offered it to you, Merc" she put the point across, shooing all doubts away in his head "I want you to stay as that" unless "unless you wanted something else down the road." She would not make high ranks challengeable unless there was a lazy wolf in position. She wanted to keep the high ranks for those who worked hard. Mercury had proven to work hard for it.

Speaking of Mercury.

He said it wasn't uncomfortable, her words. He leaned in, and she could smell his scent clearer now. Like the sea, like a storm. Thunder and lightning. She swallowed. "Wait" Wren decided against better judgment of what she wanted "Merc" she lifted a paw to place against his broad chest "is this what you want?" Or is it the booze? She shoved away, the lingering doubts, and tried to focus on him "I don't..." want to pressure him? He was a big boy now. He could do what he liked. She let it die in the wind. Suddenly, the thought of them together was scary.

Not a bad scare but more nervous. "I like you" she said to him, repeating perhaps clearly the words she had tried to say to him previously.

"Speech"