Just when Wren had found out she was pregnant, Bass had left to go to the festival. Damn, she missed him. She wanted all his cuddles. It was so lonely to be there, all alone, without him. Like some pup deserted way in the forest. The thought made her want to roll about and scream. But today, she was curled up in their den, taking a little nap and snoozing away. Dreaming about---food? Food! That's what she wanted. Food. Maybe a big meaty leg of something. The pregnant dame rolled over and buried her face into her curled body, tail lying gently over her face as she breathed in her own aroma. When suddenly, a light yap reached her ears. Wren instantly raised her head, ears pricking and eyes fluttering open.
"The hell..." Her toes gripped at the soft den floor, before she shifted upward and squeezed her way out of the den. It took her a while to even realize that Motif was standing upon the roof, looking as if she was expecting her or maybe even Bass. No...not Bass. She obviously knew he was gone. After all, she was the queen. Wren sighed and moved around the side of the den until she could get a proper view of Motif. Then, she played on a weak smile, and managed to hum a few words. "Ah, Motif. Nice to see you here." The dame sat back and looked up at the chocolate girl simply. "How are you?"
