falling victim to your fantasy

The creamy man arrived almost immediately after her smooth howl, summoning him to her. But before he halted to sit, he trotted up to her and leaned down to touch his nose to her shoulder. Inky black lips would squeeze together into a weak smile, her long, feathery tail offering the earth multiple pats of joy. Stirred dust rose up behind her like fog- but it was transparent to the young woman. After all, Bass was before her. A king, a friend. One who could definitely be at his pack instead of visiting her. "Did you sleep well?" His honey-like vocals cut off her thoughts and she quickly readjusted her focus. She lowered her appendage and curled it around her paws, before raising her chin and replying calmly.

"Yeah, but that song was stuck in my head." The babe joked, an inaudible chuckle following her sweet words. "But- not in a bad way. It was nice to hear a repeat of our voices..." Her weak smile would soften, before a loud song of birds from deeper into the springs exploded out from the trees. It wasn't anything to compliment, nor anything she'd like to hear. But she became curious. The woman twisted her head around and glanced toward the noise. Four or five birds flew out of the brushes and trees looking like they just experienced an earthquake. A fight, perhaps? Wren chuckled again, but a bit louder this time, before turning back to Bass and speaking, "Uh, anyways, did you sleep well?"

"Wren's Speech"
"Bass' Speech"