Thick canine teeth shown as Rye yawned deeply. His teeth lightly blood stained and yellow from a past meal and years of use. There wasn't exactly tooth brushes for wolves but Rye made do with picking at his teeth with the bones of his kill. For the most part it worked, but Rye wasn't concerned about it now, having just awoke from a wonderful nap. Dreams of the pack he grew up in surfaced during the couple hours he slept. Rye felt the dreams were pleasant, nostalgic but made him feel homesick over his former pack life. He had his mother, father, and siblings to lean on when things got rough, and here? No one, at least not yet. Rye didn't even humor the thought of leaning on the pack, he didn't feel right to lean on it, he still needed to give much more than he took.

Not wanting to dwell on the past, Rye stood and shook out his coat. Dust and dirt floated everywhere, and stuck to everything it landed on, which was mostly just grass and rock. Some of it, however, got far too close the the males sensitive nose, causing him to sneeze. Repeatedly. Only when Rye trotted away from his own filth did he find relief, and in doing so he spotted an unknown wolf by the cache. A pack member? The male figured an introduction was in order, he still needed to meet more of the pack and now was a good a time as any. Without further hesitation Rye walked over, eyeing the stranger he we went, taking note of the peculiar actions of the wolf. 

Rye reached the other wolf within minutes, a small smile grew on his lips as to appear friendly, not wanting to look like a total hardass. Though a problem arose, Rye lost all ability to function and start a conversation. It was easy with Towhee because he rehearsed what to say dozens of times but this was not rehearsed. Ryes smile faded as time pressed on, and the pressure squeezed his brain. The male ended up just saying, "Hey, uh - the names Rye." Yup, that was the best he had. Riveting stuff.

Thank goodness for the other wolfs ability in conversation making, things could've gotten stale fast if not for her. A smile was quick to reappear on the males face once the females polite tone eased his mind. He sat on his haunches and listened as Mariposa spoke, ears shifting towards her but with the occasional flick in a different direction. Hearing he wasnt the only new wolf in the pack helped Rye find further comfort with Poe, he felt he didn't stick out as much with other greenies near by. As Rye continued to listen Poes question confused him, 'a Redhawk Redhawk'? Perhaps she meant an original Redhawk, a second pack? Best to clarify.

"Well I'm new as well, about two weeks?" He questioned himself, unsure "I am a Redhawk but is there a second pack or something? Another Redhawk?" Rye asked, Poe made his seem like there was a second pack attached to this one. He didn't notice or smell any other territories on his trek to Redhawks, but maybe he missed it?

So many new questions popped up like weeds in a garden, all hopefully to be tended to and trimmed away. Rye knew nothing of the second pack or its name, this was the first he was hearing of it and least to say he was surpised to learn of it. A second pack luring new members in? Rye pondered what that pack offered that Redhawk didn't, more food? Breeding rights? Better rankings? The list of possibilities was endless but Rye saw no use in questioning things any further, those questions had to be answered at another time. The males attention focused back onto Poe, his eyes drifting over the females features as she spoke. The female was quite beautiful with her brown coat and eyes, but Rye would never admit that, not even to himself. In typical Rye fashion, he spaced out briefly to inquiry about the females origins but alas, he was ripped from his lapse in attention and put his focus back onto the conversation at hand.

Poe's reminder of Quixote, sent Rye in a small panic. He had yet to meet him, and certainly the Alpha would not take too kindly to Ryes lack of introduction, something the male was no longer looking forward to.
"I don't know," he said, responding to Poe's question about the other pack, "This is the first mention of the pack to me, so I've naught a clue about anything." Rye slightly shrugged, and then asked, "What is Quixote like? Towhee, the Beta, said to meet him but I haven't yet, so any advice?" Any advice was as good as a fresh Elk in the dead of winter.

Gaining a laugh from his half baked joke made Rye smile, and feel good, maybe even proud. It felt good to him to know he made someone laugh, probably one of the best feelings in the world. At least to him.