Even with her condition still pretty bad, she did not forget about the green-eyed woman's gift. Titania...that was her name. She was practically the whole reason Wren eventually got well enough to go home. And Wren had insisted she repay her once she got better and strong again. Forgetting about it, or lying, wasn't something she was very good at. It would of haunted her mind forever, whispering her name in a devilish voice constantly. She wouldn't bear it. Not in the already bad condition she was in, no. So here she was, calmly crossing into neutral territory with a bundle of smelly purple flowers in her jaws and two dead hare carcasses sprawled across her back. She knew that these three simple gifts wouldn't be enough at all. Wren still owed the dark woman much more. But for now...while she was skinny and anxious, this was all she could offer.
Suddenly, that familiar aroma filled the nose of the pregnant woman. Wren instantly picked up her pace---until she realized that she was at the stone rock garden. No way would she be able to climb up these rocks...she'd trip, fall down. Something like that. But she could see the woman's figure...bouncing across the rocks easily. Wren thought about howling, but instead, she just yelled over at her. "T-Titania!" It was muffled, due to the flowers she still had in her mouth. But it was loud...loud enough for her to hear. After all, she wasn't too far away. "!It's nice...to see you! But could you c'mere!?" Was all she could manage to yell, before dropping her rump to the ground and heaving through the stems of the smelly flowers. This new sickness she had---or whatever, was really beginning to bug her.
She was starting to act like some grumpy pregnant wolf.
