i don't want to wake up alone anymore

Bass explained to the woman that she wasn't the only one who would be pestering him. And...she knew he had a point. She just didn't want to believe it. There were many others in Abaven that asked many things of Bass. Important or not, they were always standing at Bass's den, waiting for their questions to be answered and their requests to be completed. The thought of her joining that group of wolves made her heart feel green and icky. Bass deserved better, as her friend and as her leader. He was the protector of a large, delicate group...why couldn't he have a break? Did all these other wolves have to pester him all the time? She could feel her throat growing dry with guilt and she fought herself dearly to stop thinking of the situation.
But with a quick lick of affection from her friend, she sighed and allowed her lips to play a casual smile yet again. Bass always made her smile...and to see him made her worries become simply transparent. She knew that he was constantly busy with Abaven and all the other packs out there. And she knew as well that everything about leadership was so stressful and exhausting. Especially with his own family/pack coming up to ask him questions and requesting numerous things of him. But she knew that he wouldn't give their friendship up. If he did though- Wren wouldn't be able to do anything but understand. He was the Azat. The king.
After she spoke, he mirrored her, and her lips formed into a soft frown that filled with a small amount of disappointment. That was the funny thing about the world thing they lived in. No wolf could judge a book by it's cover...no matter it was heaven or hell. There was also something wrong with the beautiful things...nothing was perfect. And Wren understood that without a doubt. So what Bass said didn't really surprise her. It just made her frown. "Yep...that's the funny thing." The woman practically copied off her own thoughts, ears pulling back against her skull as she continued, "Nothing is perfect. Every good has it's bad." The dame buried her nose into his soft fur, huffing and curling up closer to her friend.
Her eyes slowly flickered open and she scanned the distance again, ears lifting and flicking softly to the humming of the rapids. Then, she turned back to her alpha, smiling and drawing her tongue along his muzzle again. This time with a bit less affection and more playfulness. "Hmm...so Bass, what's your favorite color?" It was a sudden question that didn't even bind in with their previous topic...but with all these colors surrounding the pair- she wanted to know which one Bass favored the most.

"Speech"
'thoughts'