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She wasn't sitting there alone for long. After several minutes, the larger form of her husband appeared at her side. Had he been following her? And...how did she manage to get all the way here without noticing him? Maybe it was part of being in heat. He greeted her in a rather gruff voice, which she immediately guessed was due to the effects of her heat on him. It made her want to laugh at how helpless he seemed, like he was under some kind of spell. She bit down on her lip to stop anything from escaping her closed mouth. But once he began to caress her neck and plant kisses along her jaw and neck, her amusement faded. "Puzzi meraviglioso oggi. Come il sole, i fiori, e molto simile a una donna." He whispered into her ear. Wren smiled, placing a few gentle nips along his neck in return.

"Sei come un incantatore." She whispered, pressing her nose into his cheek as he began to tug at her ear. When they were younger, something similar to this happened...ah, yes. It had been Bass' first time encountering her while she was in heat. She had cried all over him, and he had to deal with her being so close to him. He could have easily guided her into making love with him, but he didn't. Instead, he allowed her to lean against him and cry for a bit. The thought of it made her smile. Even at that time, when his stomach was definitely in knots, Bass cared for her. He was such an extraordinary wolf. And she loved him so much for it, and many other reasons that were absolutely dear to her.

Ironically enough, he had brought up the exact time, right after it had filled her thoughts. Wren couldn't help but laugh quietly. He called himself a fool...and yet, he hadn't done anything wrong to her. Wren planted a few more loving kisses along his neck and head, her tail swaying back and forth gently. "Non avrei mai dimenticato una cosa del genere, il mio amore." She began, gazing into his bright golden stare. "Ma non avrei mai rimpiangere ricordare. Quella volta...eravamo giovani, e anche se lo sapevamo entrambi abbiamo amato vicenda, abbiamo rifiutato di confessare. Immagino che ci rende entrambi i pazzi." She said with a tiny, almost timid laugh. All those times...from the beginning, when she foolishly twirled around the year-old Bass who was hopelessly innocent, when he first created Abaven...flirting, giggling like a naughty little shit. And the time she had to tell him a story, and what happened to her mother and father...she would keep those memories in her heart forever. Aloud, they sounded pretty pathetic. But despite it being awkward and ridiculous, it was what made her love Bass so much. It was what kept her so attached to him.

Wren smiled weakly. She pulled her head back into her chest and nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his own familiar aroma as he was doing to her. "Siamo rimasti piuttosto infantile allora. Ma credo che questo è ciò che ci rende così speciale." She whispered, scooting in closer to him and staring upward to gaze upon the clouds that silently rolled past.

"Speech"
'thoughts'
"Italian"