skinny love

Her sobs echoed in his head, his own tears falling faster as her body shook with the power of her tears. They laid there for a few moments, both broken and full of sorrow in their powerful reunion. For so long Bass had searched for her, and his hope had almost been lost. It had been so long, and no one else had seen her. That coupled with the loss of his sister, he just couldn't handle it. But all that mattered was that she was here, not totally herself but still here. It was better than someone else finding her, or dare he think it parts of her. A broken cry left him at the mere thought of it as he pulled himself closer and closer to the dame. He felt sick when he felt her bones sticking out of her body, felt like he was going to lose his own lunch as she felt like a bag of bones. It shattered his already broken heart, and he just wished that there was more that he could do for her. But he knew that at this moment, it was a time to shower her in the love that they shared. She needed to know that Bass was still here for her, that nothing changed when she had left. He still loved her with all that he was, and he wanted to show it. He ignored her sobby apologies, his head shaking firmly. They would talk when they got to the den, it was cold and she had no fat on her body to protect her. He felt a growing desire to be alone with her and to protect her from all that dared to harm her.

He just kept shaking his head when she spoke, trying to hush her as he lapped up the tears from her face. "Shhh, its okay my love. We will talk when we are safe in the den, okay? Come now." He said softly, nudging her to try and help her up to her paws. She was shaky, but with how much fat she had lost he wouldn't be surprised if she had lost muscle weight as well. With a shuddering sigh he supported her frame, making the walk back to the den. He had half the mind to just pick her up and toss her on his back, but Bass thought that she probably wouldn't want to be man handled at this time. He let her lean on him as much as she needed, it wasn't like she weighted that much anyways. Finally, after a few more painfully slow steps they made it to the mouth of their den. The smell of Wren had vanished from within, and it smelled of only Bass. He let out a soft sigh, helping her in and standing beside her until she had placed herself in a comfortable position. Waiting until she settled, Bass curled himself around her frail form. Heat pulsed off of him in waves, warming up her slight body with ease. The den had been packed with more moss and ferns as the weather grew colder, it kept most of their heat isolated and within the walls. A few moments of silence passed as he sniffled, a few tears still carving paths down his face as he eyed his precious gem, his sweet Wren. "Oh my darling." Came his soft voice, and Bass buried his head within her saggy scruff.

The man inhaled her scent, breathing in the perfume with a needy want. "Il mio amore , la mia vita." He said softly in Italian, a language that he only used for her. It was their special language, they had said it together in the first song that they sang. "I don't blame you for anything, Ti perdono con tutto il cuore . Non dispiacerti , ti perdono ." He said, pulling back to rest his face against hers. Her eyes may be dull, but he still saw her in there. He knew that his wife was there, that she was here with him. His breath grew heavy and hot as he pressed a kiss to her cheek, just happy to have her here with him. He could care less that she vanished without a word, he was just overjoyed to have her home. "Ti amo, Wren." Bass whispered, his eyes once again welling with tears. He didn't ever want to be apart from her now, and would make sure that she stayed in this den until she was better.

Bass did not press Wren for an explination, and instead showered her face with sweet little kisses. She was salty with her tears, but he didn't care. Now that she was here, he wanted every inch of her. "Are you hungry? I have part of a deer buried around back." He said softly, taking only a small break from his rain of tiny kisses. His heart pounded in his chest at being this close to her again, his spirit feeling full once more. Everything was just falling into place and just feeling so utterly... right. Wren made everything in his life complete, and when she had gone missing he felt like she took the sun with her. There had been no heat, no rays of sunshine when she was gone. It had taken his very soul away, and half of his heart. But now it was like it was the middle of summer, he felt so comfortable and warm around her now. His kisses traveled down her neck and around her shoulder, a low murmur rumbling in his chest. He missed how she tasted, how she smelled. He missed how it felt to have her fur pressed against his, to feel her heat wrap around him like a blanket. There was nothing in this world without him without his wife, his Wren.