Fork in her path

Rhythm would offer them a distraction, and gently curling her tail around her perfect little Shaye she would give her sister her full attention. Of course she remembered Valentine, he was the first male Rhythm had ever mentioned to her by name. She rememebered the story of the maze, and how they had played a trick on their poor Bass. She smiled and dipped her head gently in response. “Of course, are there more stories now to tell?” she asked, her voice just above a whisper, mindfull of the sleeping ball of wolf curled against her as she questioned her sister.