1.5 - Flared Embers
Like wren would do. wren could never sit still during times like this. he was always so antsy. it was a rodent thing. but field was too shaky to stand. he simply, submissively sat in his chair. leaning forward slightly. "chester, warp us out ... now."
Coyote's Voice: A Fable of Creation
It was just cactus wren, though. as coyote stretched and yawned, the bird paused in his buzzing song. "did you find raven? did he help you?" the wren asked. coyote shook his head.
No Last Chances-Chapter 1
His name is wren adams. he's a five and a half foot tiger (not very tall for tigers, but yet again i'm not that much taller). wren works for spec ops divisions as a spy; he's more commonly known as the black rose.
2.5 - Close Encounters
"i'm sure," wren said, with a polite nod. and off the lapine hopped. "lord, i thought he'd never leave!" wren finally blurted, glancing at rella. "i've never seen a snow rabbit talk that much.
Woodland tales
wren, sounding very irritated - for wren was really mr. wren proper, and this was his wife speaking. "is wren home," he asked. "go awayyyy - ugh- blue bird," she said, "wren's busy." "how did you know i was blue bird?" "ugh!
Pachelbel's Canon 1
Florist, owned by none other than the petite, markedly aged, and possibly senile wren mcdonald herself (who is, much to the confusion of her more dim-witted customers, a common vole, not a wren).
Blueberry Bug Muffins
He'd had it, at the moment, with males ... damn wren. damn wren and him ... yanking at his heart. like i'm some kind of toy, kody fumed? wren had, recently, confessed his past to rella (in entirety), and ... had chosen to remain devoted to her.
Luminous 4.4 - Mixed Signals
wren blushed. he couldn't help it. "is it that obvious?" at her nod, he groaned. "the crew is going to think i'm playing favorites..." "oh, they already do." "what?" "relax, wren.
4.4 - Mixed Signals
wren blinked. "he has, hasn't he?" rella nodded, coming around the command chair and sitting in wren's lap, letting her large tail lay to the side of the chair.
Sweet Memories Chp. 1
wren adams, 20 ian saxxton was my best friend.
my teacher got into my pants 2
As miss wren was taking her shower.
Chapter IV: For the Good of the Village
She gestured to the pigeon and wren. the wren was distracted by the pretty crow who threw many flirty winks his way. jarlsberg listened, "you live with these birds?" she nodded, "in the village, deep within those woods."