Overture Downs Cassiopeia

oh, yeah, i mean, i guess. wren cracks a crooked grin. what're you in the mood for then, kid? bird? rabbit? deer?
she did not suppose they would be very successful in the search out here at this time of day, but sure, she could entertain the child. not as if she had anything better to do.
it occurs to her very suddenly that she knew very little of who this child was, or whose womb she came out of. she was still new to this whole riverclan thing. she did not think her to be silvertongue's, but she apparently didn't know anything anymore — and the last thing wren wanted was for this girl to break a leg, and then to have her head bitten off for it.
as she begins to weave through the cattails, she whips her head back around to casually ask: y'know what, wait, uh-- who's kid are you, anyway?