my heart hurts ❥

Their home had been torn apart and gutted, taking up most of Bass' time. The constant working was helping him return to his old self though, his mind slowly mending. He felt more worthwhile, more like he was needed. But he came to realize that he needed Abaven much more than it needed him. There was one soul who he missed the most though, and that was Wren. He had hardly seen her in the caverns, but then again he mostly stared at the walls before him. But now, now he wanted nothing else than to hold her close. Everything was so much easier when he was around her, it felt so natural. He could talk to her for days on end and never run out of anything to say. She made him feel like he mattered, like he was needed and important. Wren was such a huge part of his life -- and she occupied a large portion of his heart. Sure they were young, but that didn't matter to him anymore. All he could think about was how good she smelled and about how he longed to sing with her. They were more than just best friends, so what was holding them back? Age? Fear?

Her scent crossed his nose, pale tail wagging behind him as he followed her trail. He picked his way over the torn down plants, leaping over the base of trees and he made his way towards her. When he saw her though, she was curled on the earth. He paused, a single paw raised as he gazed at her form. She looked so tiny. It was then that he saw why she was upset, her den had been crushed. He let out a soft breath, padding ever so slowly towards her. "Oh Wren..." He whispered, folding himself onto the ground so that he could curl his warm body around her. He rested his head gently atop her own, pressing a soft lick on her ear. Curling himself tighter around her he allowed the silence to spread, giving her all the time that she needed. He just offered his warmth while the gears spun in his mind, wanting to make her happy again.

Finally he scooted a bit so that he would be able to nuzzle under her chin, trying to pull her head up. Bass' pink tongue snaked out of his mouth and lapped up her salty tears. Golden eyes searched her minty green ones, a soft smile parting his lips. "Don't worry about all of this Wren, I have a place where you can stay." He said softly, gently touching his nose to her own. "Why don't you just stay in my den with me? There is more than enough room, and it was far enough from the lake that it didn't get flooded. The strong rocks held up." His gaze shifted away, making him clear his throat. "Plus it would be nice to share a den with you..." His pale cheeks grew hot, his eyes slanting over towards her to see if this made her cheer up. It would be amazing to curl up with her at his side, their warmth shared. It was getting colder as Autumn began to unfold, and Winter was coming fast. His large stony den would be rather cold, but he knew that Wren could light anything up with that spark within her.