Heron Lake Plateau (futuristic space music)

I know our first thread isn't finished but I see no harm in playing as if it is, right?

Rye had to admit, the place he was starting to call home was really growing on him. He was cozy, happy and felt in place amongst the others. He'd met all kinds of characters during his stay, he was sure there was more to come considering there were pups about. Which Rye has yet to see a single one but he guess that was due to the fact he ventured out of the pack often and usually stuck around the lake or cache when he was within borders. So to say the least, yes, Rye was enjoying himself here and there wasn't much he could think of to ruin it for him. The male should have known all good things have commercials and today was one hell of an ad break.

Yes, it had been a rough day for Rye, getting thrown into Towhee, dealing with her and then getting into a fight over her too? Rye held his head low, grunting and mumbling profanities as he limped his way towards the border. He didn't want to be anywhere near the lake at this point because not only was Towhee in heat but Poe was too. Rye dreaded the thought of being around both, he learned his lesson in fighting for women he barely knew. The wound he earned from fighting for Towhee was still oozing blood but not as badly as before, a small steady stream of drips dropping from his matted fur. Matted with blood and saliva, more specifically Aillils saliva. Rye let out a low growl at the thought of the male, damn him. He didn't understand why that other male had to barge in and ruin his fun, he got there first after and did the - Oh shit Towhee could get pregnant. Ryes' eye shot open wide and his ears flatted back against his skull, he couldn't believe what he had done and just how fucked he was. 

Panic was rising in his mind, reaching critial overflooding levels, the kind that most often lead to him jumping ship. Though Rye knew he couldn't just do that, if they ended up being his he would have to step up right? That's what his mother told him to do but his mother wasn't here so what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her right? Rye whined, his panic slowly turning into a crisis in his mind as he thought about the Alpha and the seemingly endless possibilites for punishments he could recieve. Quixote would surely kill him, Rye just knew it. As the male was approching the border Rye spotted a familiar black silhouette walking towards him along the border. Rye couldn't make a mad dash into the woods or even weeds due to his flank, so instead Rye prayed he wouldn't die to the jaws of Quixote.