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He stirred slightly from his dreams when Wren nuzzled his head, but he just groaned and rolled the other way. He didn't want to wake up, not quite yet. He meant no offense by the sound but he had just been so tired lately, trying to catch up on everything. But when Wren left the den, his yellow eyes peeked open slightly, hazy gaze watching her leave. A yawn cracked his jaws open as he squinted towards the exit, trying hard to not wake up. But his wife had left, and as soon as he breathed in her changed scent his head rose slowly. Oh, it was summer now, wasn't it? Blinking several times he fought to clear the grogginess from his head, dragging himself to his paws and shaking out his pale coat. It had been a year now since Wren had gone missing, she vanished the first heat after they were married. His ears folded slightly at the memory, but that is how his wonderful children came to be, by some sort of miracle. And good dear ha to squeeze five pups out of her tiny frame. He smirked, shaking his head slowly. It was a good thing that he loved this woman as much as he did, she deserved nothing less.

Bass was not a very good morning wolf, he fought to get his frame out of the den and into the light. Blinking furiously at the harsh light. Damn summer and it being all bright and stuff. Huffing and trying to fight off his grumpiness, he slowly followed the trail that his wife left. The whole time there he pushed back his sleep and tried to focus on the better aspects. It was warming up, the prey should be back and running in no time. It wasn't hot enough yet to draw out the snakes that also made their home in the plains, just cool enough to keep them hiding. Nodding his head along with his thoughts, he finally paused when he saw Wren laying in the shade by an old den. At last he cracked a smile, trotting to her side and flopping down in the cool grass. "Buongiorno, carissima." He said softly, his voice slightly more gruff from sleep and... something else. Being this close to her he felt the full effects of her heat, his paws tingling at the smell. He remembered the first time he had picked up Wren's heat scent, and quite literally jumped back from the girl. Grinning, he bent down and nuzzled into the side of her neck, trailing soft nips down the length of her jaw. "Puzzi meraviglioso oggi. Come il sole, i fiori, e molto simile a una donna." Came his next words, aimed to be whispered in her ear.

Pulling back with a chuckle, he looked at her gray marked face with his bright yellow eyes. He loved her so much, there was nothing in this world that could tell him otherwise. She was truly the better half of himself, more calm and reasonable. He kept her down to earth when he reacted harshly, made him see things for a different way. He leaned forward again and tried to tug softly on her pale ears, humming quietly as he did so. "Ricordate la vostra prima manche, quando ero molto più stupido di me oggi?" He asked with a tilt of his ear, mischief alight in his gaze. They were young, but he felt like he had been younger still than Wren. Even though they were the same age, Bass had been a very naive man until he met her.

"Speech"
"Italian"