Swiftcurrent Creek wild women don't get the blues

The words cut deeper than he had expected. Never once had he considered Wren something to just throw away. His annoyance quickly melted into a puddle of shame that became sticky and heavy around his paws. He shifted uncomfortably.

"I'm sorry. I had no intention of abandoning you. I'm- I'm sorry I left without telling you anything." Turning his face from her was the only thing he could think to do, his rosy cheek fur burning red hot with frustration. Why was he SO bad with women? Was he really that inconsiderate? Probably.

"I had to go get my children. You were never just a bitch to me. I was always going to come back. I know you have a life here and I don't want to tread on that... I just wanted to see you."

Just looking at her nearly pummeled him into the ground below. He was in a chokehold.