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Fair? Rye could handle that. His worries drifted away and the breath he had been holding was quietly released, as to not reveal his anxieties about the situation. Rye wasn't opposed to expressing concerns or worries, but now wasn't the time to make a big deal of things. He nodded at her assesment of the Alpha, and chuckled a bit after hearing she had only spent ten minutes with Quixote, not much time to get a good read on someone but Rye appreciated her observations nonetheless. "Fair huh? Alright, sounds fair to me." He joked. Could that even qualify as a joke? Rye thought so. 

Poe's mention of leaving in a few months caught his curiositiy. In Rye's old pack he had heard of a few just like her, his mother called them Snows. She wasn't particularly fond of them because often none would do their share in the pack and also due to the fact they could be spies from a rival pack. Though Rye was confident Poe wasn't one of those, " And, if you don't mind me asking, why are you leaving? And where will you be headed next?" The male hoped he wasn't over stepping boundries by asking, he didn't want to offend her but he was very curious.