Heron Lake Plateau Rivets and screws.

Thank you for not completely humiliating Rye lol and thank you all for this thread!

The other male agreed to a fight and Rye readied himself, his eyes set on the other Aillill like a rattle snake ready to strike. It wasn't far from Ryes' mind to say the other was a snake because just like snakes, he was disgusting. Eventually, after making a promise to Towhee, the snake did strike, although it was a bluff. Rye stood his ground and bit back, teeth remaining bared as he set back on his hind paws. He was wound and ready to deliver another strike, this time clipping the other males shoulder but to no ones surprise that didn't stop the other. In the return attack, Rye was wounded on his flank, a full bite, he could feel all the teeth digging into his skin, not to mention the muscle underneath. It was there that his instinctual drive for fighting the female retreated back fast and replaced it with adrinaline and Ryes' usual self. He was quick to realize Towhee wasn't worth fighting, or possibly dying for. After the other male backed off, Rye copied, limping away without another word.