Cricket Creek Bog Another day

Rye was a little shocked to find out Cry was the Alpha but he took that back after assessing the others nature, stature and the way they talked and soon the shock left and Rye was left unsurprised. He questioned how good of an Alpha Cry was, fair and just, or manipulative and self-centered. Rye didn't possess the skills to read through lies, at least not well enough to get anywhere, so reading through each and everything they said was not an option. Rye was just going to have to trust they were who they presented themselves to be. "I've never been Alpha but I do understand it is no easy job, I wish you luck throughout your reign." Rye offered a small smile and a quick nod of his head, his wishes were true, no leader deserves to struggle under pressure. That is one sure-fire way to ruin someone, and a ruined leader is no good but what good is a leader that can't handle pressure? To Rye, being Alpha seemed to be quite the circus.

"Where is Shadewood at? I don't want to get too close, I'm confident your pack is protective of their land, so I don't want to start anything unnecessary." Sure Rye would smell the boundries before he crossed them but he didn't know just how protective they were. The male had come across many packs on his journey to Redhawks, some wouldn't let outsiders come within twenty feet of the broder, others were even worse. Rye knew it was better to play it safe.