It had been a few nights ever since they're first meeting. The one in which she had made the man feel uncomfortable...and the one where so much guilt just bricked her in the face. She felt so horrible...and the way the brute reacted just confused her. Although she was too young to understand. Yes, she wanted attention. And to think Bass, a man who was still her age, a year, would give it to her was a mistake. Instead she completely ruined what they called a normal friendship. Now it was all awkward, and now her feelings for the man were even more than exposed. Perfect. And Wren even wondered if he was still up to singing and meeting at the Hot Springs. If not...well, she wouldn't feel betrayed. She'd be less surprised then expectant. It was all her fault she had to pull that move, after all. But maybe...maybe the boy got over it? It'd be simply a miracle if he had.
Wren silently lay in her den, the only light that was provided were the rays from the stars and the moon. Her chin was shamefully tucked in between her ankles, her tail curled around her securely. Minty green eyes casted up to the moon, glimmering softly like emeralds. She wondered if she'd ever hear his summoning howl that night. If she would ever leave that den to go see him. She shifted her weight to the side and pressed her back up against the walls of her safe den, eyes still peering through the little roots that decorated the entrance to her home. Hope filled her currently empty blunt soul. A word just repeated over and over in her mind, please, please. Please forgive me. But suddenly her thoughts were cut off as a beautiful howl rang into the air. Immediately the girl had known it was Bass's pretty song, summoning her from the edge of the Hot Springs.
Immediately the sandy-hued babe scrambled out of the tree den, maw splitting to a soft yawn. But it was quicker than she had ever yawned. Her paws immediately began to carry her past the trees and over the thin streams of the mangrove, all the way until she entered the slightly warmer territory. Here, she slowed her pace, watching for the warm pools of water. Yes the water was warm...but she didn't feel like showing up looking like a wet rat. The woman inhaled the warm air and Bass's aroma was all over it. Smiling to herself, but still a little nervous, she arrived before him. Her tail whipped around like an excited puppy as she looked over his frame, grinning reassuringly. She wanted the pair to act like her little accident never happened...Wren dipped her head and sat soundlessly, tail folding over her paws as she started.
Hey...uh, I apologize again. But let's just act like it never happened, alright? A concerned look came over her as she apologized yet again, more focused this time and more sincere. Last time she was too focused on collecting herself and trying to find the right words to explain with. Usually when she was nervous or guilty, she crossed her paws and pointed them outward so that she could stare at them and have a reason if anyone asked. That's why she had done it so much...she was even doing it now. But pretty soon the girl just sucked in a breath and looked back up at her friend, leaning forward and touching her nose to his shoulder gently. But anyways, I was thinking we could do our duet here. I just hope we don't wake the whole pack up. Her eyes moved behind her, her head following. She did have many neighbors in the mangrove...but usually they didn't mind too much noise. Or she hoped they didn't. Wren turned back to the man and smiled weakly. What will we be singing, Mr. Bass?
It seemed like she'd never flirt again. Ever. What she had just said was but a playful teasing statement. Her tail patted the ground lightly and she awaited an answer, her minty eyes flickering with interest. He could pick the song. After all, he was the musical one. Surely he had some kind of song in mind that they could sing.
"Speech"
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