Hideaway Strath Futha.

Remembering names was never a good strong point for him but those two were going to be a piece of cake. He was bobbing his head along as she spoke, in a 'cool, cool' kind of way but then she explained the pups were shared. Rye raised an eyebrow without thinking, the way she spoke made her seem possessive of the pups. Possessive felt too strong, so he switched it out for protective and that was a bit better. "I see." He paused, searching for a question to ask. "How is aunt-hood treating you?" He could guess it was going well but where was the fun in that?