need your love

Wren was rather easy to talk to, Rhythm would slowly begin to realize why her brother had been so smitten. Though she still couldn't say she knew her well Rhythm couldn't find fault in her brother's chosen mate. Only that she wished she'd known what was going on before she and Bass became mates. Wren seemed to find amusement in her words as she laughed heartily, her tail causing a beat upon the floor. Rhythm would tilt her head slightly as she listened to the questions asked, not quite sure about her amusement. "I suppose I like pups," She'd answer easily, "I've never really had a chance to interact with any though. I may know a low, but it was only from word of mouth mostly." Her mother had no pups to train Rhythm on after all. "Honestly I would prefer not to give to birth." She'd conclude, all the knowledge she'd obtained would taint her desire to procreate.