you explained the infinite

The whole time she was completely oblivious to the war that was happening between Bass and his inner demon. The woman was too busy absorbing herself around the memories she and Bass had shared. The singing, the first time they made love, when they both had a ridiculous mud fight. Of course, her "inner demon" was whimpering like a puppy in the back of her head, begging her to take notice to Bass and how he was trying his best not to start humping her like a rampaging beast. But Wren was so out of it, totally uninterested in love making. The little times she nipped or nuzzled at him was when the voice in the back of her head slapped her hard enough to move her into reality. But those were brief moments, really.

She glanced back at Bass as he began to nip down her spine, adding a little more teeth to each nip, to the point in which she felt soreness in the area. She heard his needy growl, and her ears fell back against her head. 'Men are questionable.' She thought silently, unaware of Bass' struggles. Her inner demon was becoming a little louder, and she was prepared to begin returning the harsh nips, but he spoke and she snapped her jaws shut completely. Everything he said, she agreed with. They were basically made out for each other...meant for eachother. And she could never ask for a better husband...he was her other half. Without it, she'd be nothing. Without her children, she'd be nothing. For once...she was proud of the stupid little yearling she was years ago.

He paused, licked her head, and she gazed up at him. His eyes...she could tell when he was relaxed, and when he wanted something. And it was quite obvious he was struggling with something. Wren stared, trying to dig the troubles out of him. But he soon answered her questions as clear as day. "Hai mai pensato di avere più bambini?" Wren's heart skipped a beat. Did he really wonder, or did he just want to loosen the knots inside his belly? The woman frowned, and turned her head slowly. Having children...it was painful, stressful, and it split Bass and her a part. Did she ever want more? Or was her beautiful five enough? Wren became silent for several minutes, her paws kneading into the ground. She'd never really thought about this at all, and it was so sudden, she felt like rocks were dropping down right into her stomach. It made her feel heavy...weak.

"Non esattamente..." She whispered nervously, her ears flat against her skull.
"Mi piacerebbe avere più figli. Ma, che cosa se nascerà di nuovo cinque? Sarebbe troppo difficile per me da gestire per conto mio. Faresti un pacchetto di correre, e mi piacerebbe avere un fascio di cuccioli appena nati per prendersi cura di. Sarebbe ...stressante."
She was scared. Bass would never...force a task like that upon her, right? She was just like any other being- she loved having sex. It was fun, satisfying, and it connected you to your partner. But she was in heat. She was completely vulnerable of becoming pregnant once again. And...she didn't want the same thing to happen over again. Get overwhelmed, isolated from her husband, always having to worry...Wren squeezed her eyes shut and leaned into him, breathing him in deeply. "Basso, io sono solo ... paura." She moved in close to him, pressing her head into him. What would she do if Bass got upset?

"Speech"
'thoughts'
"Italian"