Falling Softly

"My sweet Finch," Wren slowly emerged from the entrance of the den, eyes fixing themselves upon the tiny form of her daughter. A concerned look played upon her face, before she slipped down beside her and nuzzled her tiny face gently. "Why aren't you with your father, my dear? I thought he took you and your siblings out to play?" The soft whine that had emitted from Finch had awoken Wren, who had been curled within the den previously. It almost immediately concerned her. To her knowledge, Bass had taken their pups out to explore for a little while. But...Finch was still here? Had Bass accidently miscounted when he had taken them all? Or maybe, Finch hadn't found interest in going out to play?

"Speech"
'thoughts'