you explained the infinite

It was officially summer...huh. Two summers ago she had left Abaven all because of a sickness that had plagued her. She had driven Bass nuts, until she returned that Fall. That was when she mysteriously became impregnated with her beautiful children. She still thought about the event now. It was a bit of a haze now...what happened that night when she returned. But she would never forget how sweet and loving Bass was when he embraced her in their den. Last summer...what was she doing? Busy raising her children, probably? Hmm...

Sun lit rays invaded the den that morning, rousing her to the point in which she awoke. Bass was curled in beside her, obviously still exhausted from the trip home. And...maybe a little more because of his crabby mood lately. Wren smiled and shifted around, nuzzling his head gently before sitting up and slipping through the den entrance. The morning air was warm, but a calm, soothing breeze ruffled her fur and it felt amazing. Surely Bass wouldn't feel so irritated after realizing how lovely today would be. Hopefully it stayed like this. Calm, relaxing. Wren lowered down and stretched her stiff joints, her jaws splitting into a quiet yawn. What would she do? Hunt, go off to visit Starling or Lark...maybe even Shrike. Or she could take a nice walk around the borders. With a crooked smile, she headed off toward the border, kicking up dust as she left.

She arrived beneath the shade of an old, abandoned den. It was nicely made...it had plenty of room, shade...it was just left behind, that was all. Maybe someday she'd fix this up for one of her children to live in, once they got old enough. At the thought of her children getting any older, Wren couldn't help but cringe, the fur along her neck rising. Soon they'd be bringing their pals home, whether they were girlfriends or boyfriends. Er...she didn't know how to feel about that.

Wren lowered down into the old den and gazed out the entrance. She was in heat, at the moment...but the thought of another litter hadn't occurred to her. Not even once. She had been too absorbed around Bass and her children that she didn't exactly have the time to think about it. Besides...did she really want another big bundle of pups to look after? What if she had five again...the girl lowered her head and rested her chin on her paws, staring out the den silently. Hmm...

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