Falling Softly

Her mother seemed worried about the girl, making her duel toned ears fall flat against her skull. Why was her mother worried? She just didn't want to play anymore! Wren asked her what was wrong, and the tiny girl shook her head. Nothing was wrong, she just didn't want to play anymore. Was that so bad? Letting out a tiny whine the girl placed her smaller paws on top of Wren's. They were so small when compared to her mother, it made her feel so... well -- small. There was nothing else to describe it as. Tiny was maybe a better way... Letting out another whine she ambled up so that she was sitting on Wren's paws. Pulling her head all the way up she gazed at her mothers face, that shy smile still on her lips. It was all okay! Mommy shouldn't worry...