Things had just been awful lately. Abaven was chased out of their own home due to the violent storms that had rolled in on all of Alacritia. Some died, those unlucky souls who had been torn away by the water and horrible winds. But the lucky ones made it out alive. And now...now things were...well, slightly better. Abaven was returning to their home, after the time they spent in the Singing Caverns. But the land was trashed. Dead animals, debris, fallen trees and still a little bit of flooding. But she was sure Bass would make everyone help out with the clean-up. Speaking of Bass...he probably felt horrible and responsible for the death of Chrono and the destruction the storms had done to Abaven.
She hasn't really been able to keep up with him or talk to him either. It made her heart ache. But she was sure they'd have some time to catch up on everything later. For now...she needed to take care of herself. --- Bass's howl tore through the chilly air, summoning the pack to him. And Wren instantly jumped to attention. She made her way over fallen trees and around all the debris and deep puddles. Though as she walked, she observed all the destruction, and felt her heart slowly splitting into two. Their home was completely destroyed. Including her den, in which had collapsed beneath the weight of a fallen tree.
When she arrived, Motif and Darrah had already gathered. And their were many others who needed to attend. Bass was also here, too, but instead of going over to him to see if he was okay, she made her way over to a little lump on the ground. At first she thought it was a rock. But it turned out to be a...bird? Wren stared in horror, her heart sinking as she lowered her head. But after a few moments, she crawled over to Bass and plopped down beside him. Not even nudging him or anything. Just 'plopping' and stretching out across the ground beside him. Kind of like a cat in the sun, but not as relaxed. "Speech"
