Unlike the wolf before her Rhythm would not have her mind anywhere near the thought of the stranger as a potential mate. Rhythm?s first priority would never be reproduction, after being around Motif so much she desired children of her own even less. These thoughts were not in her mind as she contemplated the possibility of an herb collection. Winter would soon be upon them and she knew she?d have to travel even further to collect the much needed plants. Her eyes would still watch him through out her thoughts, even though her thoughts left him.
Suddenly he?d turn back to her, she wouldn?t move, only watch, as he made his approach towards her perch. She was easily ten feet from the ground, resting gracefully on the tiny jutting stone. He?d have to work a lot harder to get close to her. Her eyes would slide back open as he addressed her, their bright stare looking down upon him. "I do," she?s say simply, quite curious about his actions. My he was an odd one.