Rye was out for a jaunt within the RH territory, deciding it was a good enough day to begin learning the land. It was a beautiful place, the platue provided a wonderous sight of the lower landscape. Granted, it was mainly white with a hundreds of bare brown trees, their branches covered in white. Everything was covered in snow, Rye was beginning to dislike it, but that was typical of him, loving snow when it first falls then growing to hate it as winter kept packing it on. Sadly, there looked to be no shortage of snow anytime soon but there was hope yet, spring was getting closer. Snow would be a thing of the past, and heat would melt everything in its path. Rye was excited for it.

Continuing with his walk, Rye was closing in on the border when stark black caught his eye amidst the white. A wolf, within the territory but at the border. Rye's pace slowed, hesitation evident with his steps towards the unknown. Surely they were not tresspassers as Rye first thought they to be, well, no matter what, he was going to investigate.

 

His paws crushed the snow below him as he trotted towards the dark wolf, the unmistakable crunch of snow giving indication of his approach. As Rye neared, he glanced over the black wolf. Stocky was the word that came to Rye's mind but further assessment would have to wait, Rye was within speaking distance. It was time to find out just who this wolf was. "May I ask who you are?" He kept his voice neutral, not wanting to evoke hostility with the other wolf.

Quixote. That name lit a few bulbs in Rye's brain but not the right ones, there was a missing link - or bulb - but where was it? The male scrubbed his brain, washing away the layer of dirt that seemingly coated his mind, like a layer of 'forget all dirt'. "Your name, it sounds familiar.." His voice trailed, eyes squinting as if to try to read though his memories. A sudden flash of a name, Towhee. It all came back to him, the females mention of the name and the dark males ranking. Alpha. "Oh.. You're the Alpha. My apologise, I didn't know who you are." Rye was quick to show proper respects with a bow of not only his head, but chest as well. 

Rye rose, facing Quixote once more. The male slightly laughed but it was more so out of embarassment than amusment, he should've kept better tabs on this but it was too late. Back to the matter at hand, his name; "Rye Black, I joined your pack not too long ago. A female by the name of Towhee, she was the one who let me in. It is nice to finally meet you. Sorry for the cautious attitude, I just didn't know if you were friendly or foe." Rye explained. 

The word 'kids' stuck out to Rye like a sore paw. Having kids was a thing Rye was tremendously against, the thought of becoming a father petrified the male. His fears came from responsibility and the colossal amounts of it that came with kids. Too many if, ands or buts tagged along with the minature wolves. Not to mention the slim to none chance Rye would ever find a mate willing to put up with him. "Kids?" He remarked, "How do you handle being a father? Do you like being one?" His questions came from the heart, whether Rye knew it or not. While yes, Rye wasn't for having kids there was always that stubborn part of him that wanted to try. That part of him was pure instinct and Rye knew eventually he would give in but thankfully that day was far off, or so he hoped.

Rye thought about Qui's question, the male remembered a few instances of intruders within his pack but he was always kept away from it all when he was young. As Rye got older there was less and less problems due to peace agreements and such. So he decided to chalk up his caution to him being protective cause it wasn't far fetched to say he was protective. "No, not much was needed in my old pack. We had a few rivals but peace was made between most, if not all by now. In truth, I was just being a little protective. Wary too of course, I hadn't seen you around before and I know little to nothing about the packs around the land. I assumed some things and chose caution, thankfully it wasn't needed." Rye gave a small smile, a quiet sigh released. The male dreaded the thought if Qui was an intruder, a fight would surly ensue and Rye was none too sure he would come out on top. A thought that was filled to the brim with shame, what wolf couldn't fight good? "I do hope this pack has no rivals but only in a perfect world would a pack be rival-less. So I'm going to assume there is at least one?"