While Bass had parted ways to meet up with Motif, Wren took Finch and Sparrow back to their old den, which turned out to be a mess. Weeds and vines grew around it, and at the entrance, a massive web stretched from one end to the other. It glistened brightly due to the large sun that hung overhead like a bad mood. Wren frowned weakly. She was too exhausted to feel anything. Usually, she would be aggressively yanking the weeds off, and tearing at the spider web like it was a wall separating her from Bass. But right now, her legs were weak, she was a mess, and she was tired. The long trip home wasn't anything pleasurable. Ah, but it sure felt good to be home, in the comforting walls of Abaven. Plus, she would soon be reunited with her three boys. How she missed them all...she was sure Finch and Sparrow missed them, as well.
The pale woman sighed and pushed through the transparent web that stretched in front of the entrance, collapsing into the soft dirt and letting out a long, satisfied groan. She could sleep like this for a whole month...snuggled in with her two girls. But the howl of a familiar man brought her to her paws almost immediately. She was sure Bass or Allen would gladly excuse her from this meeting, due to her being so exhausted. But she wanted to see the rest of her puppies. Wren stepped over Finch and Sparrow, kissing them gently as she passed. "Stay here and rest." She whispered, smiling easily and making her way out. It was only a slow, uneven trot that got her to the meeting before it began.
But she got there. And once she did, she forced herself to run right at Shrike, collapsing into his much larger form and wrapping her paws around him, like he was still her tiny, wailing puppy. She pressed her face into his fur and felt tears drip down her face. "Shrike, my overgrown baby," She said with a muffled voice, squeezing him tightly. "I've missed you so much..." Despite many wolves surrounding her and Shrike, she continued to smother him in motherly love, soaking his neck as she continued to sob quietly.
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