Falling Softly

Finch shook her head, before resting her own paws on top of Wren's. The dame reached down and stared for a moment while listening to her gentle whines. Ah, she worried to much. Her daughter was fine...she just didn't want to play anymore, apparently. Goodness, her energy ran out a lot faster than the others did. The white-faced woman nodded and smiled again, tail patting lightly at the ground. "Okay, okay. I understand." She whispered, giggling as she climbed onto her paws and sat there, looking up at her. Wren also looked down at her, before reaching down a bit further to lick playfully at her tiny pink and black nose. Truly, the woman tried to be the best mother she could be. Maybe she was trying a bit too hard. Maybe she should let things flow naturally. But did being a good mother come naturally? "Finch, dear, is there anything special you'd like to do? Or would you just like to relax for a little?"

"Speech"
'thoughts'