poor little king

Her vocals called out to him, telling him that she would fight for him - for Abaven. Tail thumping on the earth he nodded his head "And a warrior you will be! Wren, you are now a Mruni of Abaven." He woofed with his tired voice, yet another yawn breaking his maw. Wren dug herself into him, her head resting by his own. Bass picked up his head and drapped it around her neck, his eyes staying open until he heard she soft breaths below him. With the girl safely asleep, he felt that he too, could now sleep. Golden eyes shut off the world around him, falling into sleep with his dear friend mere moments later. His sleep was light, ears still twitching at noises around them. He would protect Wren, not only as his new member but as one of his dearest friends. Tomorrow they would go back to Abaven, to their home.

-exit Bass via sleep-

"Speech"
'thoughts'