don't i smell just fabulous today?

Wren had been lying upon the same stone she had been on all day, thinking about nothing other than her and that witch Mirabelle. The fight they had was obviously just a set up by her. Mirabelle came to annoy her, causing her to lose control of her words and to blurt things she had regretted. And that she would tell Bass...just to get her on his bad side. Perfect trick, honey. Wren planned to challenge her to a spar sometime. One for dominance, even if that red woman was ranked higher than her. She wanted to see who really had guts. Who really thought of themselves as mature and considerate.
Though still. The thought kept repeating in her mind like a ruined tape. Over and over. It made the world spin around her...and she couldn't understand why there was so much unease between her and Mirabelle. Was she jealous? Maybe she was...humiliated of something? The hopeless thought made Wren groan with impatience, as she lowered her head between her paws with a sigh. She casually fled from the topic, and moved on to Bass. Who was currently injured. She probably wouldn't get to see him any time soon, with Harmony guarding home like a concerned mother.
One way or another though. Wren still missed him and wanted to see him again. The problem was...she was in heat. When her and Bass nearly did...ugly things, she wasn't in heat. So she hoped their next meeting wouldn't be a replay of the one prior...or worse. A soft groan, again, would spill from her inky lips. She finally began to slip back into reality, minty eyes narrowing calmly as the sun glared down at her. The woman snorted and rolled over onto her back, tongue lolling out of her mouth. Hmm.
"Wren's Speech"
"Bass' Speech"