Fox's Glade [m] biology, i am an organism, i'm chemical

can fade here and/or carry this over to SCC if you want!!

Wren had successfully quieted the screaming, although the thrashing was still an issue. By this point, she had given up on trying to argue against it and simply offers a dry, crackly laugh in a last-ditch effort at maintaining her sanity. Perhaps instinctually she was supposed to find these antics endearing, but all it did was make her feel as if she'd swallowed a stone. 
She was no mother. But she would like to think of herself as a decent enough person. 
And so their trek home begins, with the occasionally tightening grip to prevent the child from falling. She would just have to wait until the grub wasn't looking to make her second attempt at finding respite.