Heron Lake Plateau Hindenburg

Just gonna throw a Mr. Rye bread your way!

 Rabbits, rabbits and more rabbits filled Ryes' maw. Approximately three, how he fit all three within was still a mystery to him but he did know that the current way they were being held was dangerously close to falling out. The male picked up his pace, raising his muzzle to better shift the weight of the three towards the back of his mouth in hope of saving him the trouble of picking them up again. Then tragedy struck as Rye past the border, one of the rabbits fell from his mouth and the male halted in his tracks but to his shock and relief the furry creature didn't fall. Instead its body hung from his mouth, its leg caught between the other two creatures. With muffled sigh of relief and a stronger bite on the rabbits, Rye was on his way.

Upon approching the cache Rye took note of the very pregnant wolf with her pile of bones by her, Rye slowly came to a stop, his eyes slightly widened. For Rye, the entire scene was interesting to say the least. As his eyes gathered more information, his facial features began to practially scream 'holy hell'. It was safe to say he was shocked, having never seen the affects of pregnancy first hand. He had heard stories of extreme hunger from his mother but never thought it was like this. Realizing he was rudely staring, Rye peeled his eyes off the female and continued to lay down his catches. He left it as is, curious to see if she wanted any more. "If you want them, you can have them." He said, his muzzle nudging one of the rabbits her way. "My name is Rye, Rye Black." An endearing smile formed and a nod of his head was given.