Once the woman had arrived, he didn't give her any strange or awkward looks. He just smiled, and she could see his little tail patting the ground with excitement. This came to her great relief. It seemed the two had pushed the little event aside, and decided singing together now would be much more important than thinking over the action the woman committed. "You came," The man had said to her once she arrived. Wren smiled and released a soft bit of laughter, tail thumping noisily behind her settled frame. She lifted her chin slowly and puffed out her chest with a single exhale. He said nothing about not doing what she had done before- or anything like that. The man just seemed surprised to see her before him. It was indeed good to know that they were still good friends...even after her slip up. Adjusting her paws into they're normal position, she moved her tail back over her small paws and awaited his response to her suggestion.
His reaction didn't seem to take to long. Immediately his expression became a puzzled one. He squinted and cocked his head to the side as if he had not clue what she was talking about. But she knew he did...is was all in his personality. A joker, and a boy full of amusing humor. She loved it. "Forget what?" Wren smiled and soon, chuckled softly, her own laugher combining with his. After the laughing had ceased a moment of chilling silence filled the air. Not a noise erupted in the moonlight but the pair's soft breathing. Suddenly, Bass began to hum, breaking the silence. Thinking he would of instead told her the song first, she immediately came to his attention. She registered the tune and the sound of the humming. It was familiar...and quickly the woman began to sing at the final bit of humming that was performed. She adjusted her chin upward and she allowed her spine to stiffen up nervously before beginning, "I pray you'll be our eyes, and watch us where we go...and help us to be wise, in times when we don't know..." With each verse, the babe's voice slurred into a beautiful note. She tried her best to tune her voice with the original music to make it sound perfect. To make it sound like the moment was really worth something. Her expression remained a weak smile, before continuing her part of the song. "Let this be our prayer...when we lose our way. Lead us to a place, guide us with your grace, to a place that we'll be safe..." Finishing her part, Wren inhaled slowly and collected a lot of oxygen, butterflies filling her stomach. What if Bass stopped and told her that her singing was horrid? What if he decided not to do it anymore? Or, what would happen if she was singing the wrong song. The woman shook the negative thoughts off her shoulder and smiled to Bass, waiting to hear his voice ring out into the silent night air.
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