((Uh oh. I left Wren talking with one of Bri's charries... oops... Ah well, away he goes.))
Wren kicked at the grass, bored, and hungry. He hadn't fed for too long, but all the humans had locked themselves inside. With a groan, he gave up his bored attempt at ripping up plants, sitting on the ground at the base of a tree. Wren was a bit worried; Skye was a 'friend' of his, and it seemed that the boy would dead by the end of the day. Wren had always told him that was coming... but of course, the younger Lithius never listened, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Picking at the dirt without interest, he turned his gaze to see a fleeing Lithius, running unsteadily. Standing quickly, he walked after whoever it was; they had come from the building Skye was in, and hopefully could tell him if the boy was dead.

