Tempo di imparare

Her children had been growing so breath-takingly fast. They were so big, Bass and her kept having to expand the den to certain points. They always liked to explore, each one of them. With...the exception of Finch. Finch was shy and timid, always sticking around her mother and constantly turning away from little trips away from home. It certainly concerned Wren. She hoped that soon the young girl would slowly become a little less antisocial and shy...but for now, she just had to deal with it. It couldn't last forever, right?

Wren had just begun relaxing in the shade when Bass' smooth howl tore through the sky, reaching her ears and causing her to jolt upward. It didn't sound urgent, but just by listening, she could tell he was trying to gather the pups. Did he need her, too? Maybe he was getting ready to teach them Italian? They had talked about it once or twice...maybe now had appeared to be a good time. After all, it was a beautiful day. The woman grunted softly and lifted to her feet, trotting her way to group. There, Bass and three of her children sat. Wren smiled weakly and approached from behind Lark, affectionately nuzzling his emotionless face and giggling softly. "Hello my lovely," She hummed, her salmon tongue rolling over his ears. She knew very well that Lark was less affectionate than any of the pups. He was loyal, assertive, strong. But...he wasn't one to get all lovey-dovey. This is exactly why Wren picked him to love on. This little man needed to smile!

Once she was finished with him, the girl glanced up at her husband and smiled again, letting out a simple, "Buongiorno, amore." Before trotting up to him and jumping up beside him. She wondered where the two girls were...?

"Speech"
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