It was a beautiful day. The weather had been perfect, the sun was shining...ah, it really was something. But instead of being out and about, she was curled up in the den with her five pups, sleeping. Napping away all the stress and exhaustion that they have dealt with for a while. Practicing Italian, lessons of hunting and healing...the week had been busy for them. Especially for Bass, who was unfortunately off somewhere unknown to her. He had disappeared to the battlefield and had yet to return...and it left her worried. She couldn't help but wonder if he was challenged for something...or maybe just attacked. Either way, she'd remain as patient as possible. Bass was strong. He'd come home...
Wren curled herself around Finch and nuzzled into her fur, sleeping a dreamless sleep and enjoying the comforting warmth of being so close to her children. When suddenly, the familiar howl of her husband assaulted her ears. He sounded wrong...different. But he was back! Her eyes slowly peeled open, jaws splitting into a yawn. She slowly and carefully crawled over her children, looking back into the den before racing off toward his longing call. Once she arrived, she was relieved to see that Harmony was already here, assisting him. But he looked hurt. What in the world had happened to him?
"Bass..." She hummed, moving toward him and sitting beside him. She nuzzled his cheek gently, while avoiding the puncture wounds that littered his shoulders. "Are you okay, love?" She asked with a worried breath, tongue drawing over his closest ear tenderly.
