skinny love

Her song called out to him like it was a dream, and took him a moment to even register it. His head snapped up from where it was laying on his paws as his ears strained, trying to pick up the last notes. Was he dreaming? It wouldn't be the first time that he thought he heard or saw the love of this life. Was this too just another cruel joke that the fates were playing on him? He had searched everywhere for her, at times over night. He had been desperate to find her, considering that the last time he had been with her, her scent was changed. He didn't know what it was, but it was enough to concern him. Well, and the fact that she had vanished without so much of a word from her. But this time... could it be real? Was this really her? He stood up on his paws slowly, not wanting to once again get his hopes up only for them to be dashed again. His heart could only be broken so many times before it shattered completely.

With ever so slow movements Bass walked closer towards where he thought the sound had come from. He hadn't been at his den, but in fact rather close to it. He only had to take a few more steps before he saw her, her back against a tree. Bass took in a sharp breath, his whole body freezing as his heart pounded in his chest. She looked... well, awful. Suddenly the Azat found himself wishing that this was a dream, it would be better than reality at this point. While he would love to have Wren back in his arms, the woman that sat before him was not his wife. She was a shell of a being, thin and sickly looking. His heart tore apart, feeling like it had shattered beyond repair. "Oh Wren, my sweet Wren." He whispered, stepping forward and practically falling upon her paws. His golden eyes clouded with tears, sniffling as he curled himself around her. He knew at that moment that this was no dream, that this is what had happened to his dearest Wren. Any anger that he had for her sudden disappearance melted away, he knew that she had slunk off when she got sick. "Why didn't you stay here so I could protect you? I... I thought I lost you." He whispered, not able to look up and meet her eyes just yet. Tears flooded freely now, he was no longer able to contain it as he curled around her body even tighter.

Bass took a deep breath, looking up at her sunken face. He couldn't stand it, it was killing him to see her like this. He just wanted to go and shove a whole deer down her throat. "This is not a look that I like on you, my queen." He said, trying -- and failing -- to smile at her. His lips quivered as he fought to control his emotions, but he couldn't contain it anymore. He pushed himself closer still to her frail body, she was hardly producing any heat at all. It was chilly out, and here she was resting in the shade. But she was here, alive and here. While he would have liked to see her in a much better condition, it was better than finding her -- no. He couldn't even think like that. Eyes squeezed shut as he let out a sputtering breath, nuzzling into her face. "Would you like me to help you back to our den my sweet?" He asked, licking the shell of her ear. Those minty green eyes that he loved so much looked dull with the loss of weight, but his dearest Wren's spark was still there, and it always would be until her final days. His wife was a fighter, a warrior, even if she didn't know it. Pulling back, Bass pushed her nose to hers, his eyes slowly opening up to take her all in. "Oh my love, my dearest, darling Wren. What have you gotten yourself into?"