"Oh dear. More than two seconds? That's already putting a strain on my shoulders." Ren said sounding completely serious. His eyes though were slightly dancing with merriment which he only found with her there by his side. He watched her a curious look replacing the teasing one he wore as she pawed at his face, one that asked, 'just what do you think you are doing?' He never played in his entire life. Being born in captivity, one couldn't learn to play as the air was so heavy with sadness and depression that one could cut it with a knife. Actually he thought he knew of a wolf that had done exactly that trying to break the heavy spirits of the others. Hadn't worked for long though. 

"Never had a reason to." He admits when she said it would have been easier if he had known how to. It's not that he begrudged his fate. Someone had needed to rise to being the leader and no one else would have taken it. So he rose to be the wolf that those trapped inside could rely on and look up to. It had just felt like something he should do, be a good role for pups to follow. He scratched his ear shaking out his black and red coat letting the cool air of the afternoon hit his back.