Heron Lake Plateau Mistakes have been made, run

For @Towhee 
Honestly, waaay late for Rye to be askin these questions but all well

Ever since his talk from Quixote and his recovery from wounds, Rye had been keeping to himself. Doing his part for the pack, and doing the random border patrol whenever a walk was needed. With each patrol his mind awlays wondered to Towhee and that day, questioning if a half a dozen little hims' were in the oven. Weeks had past, not so much that Towhees' belly would be noticable right? Rye didn't have enough knowledge on the matter to know but he understood he needed to confront her. Ask her if what he feared was true. The last he saw of her was with Behemoth, the funny look she gave him. He didn't know how to process that in a way he understood what she was trying to say, if anything at all.

"Aaargh," He groaned, finally fed up with not knowing for sure if his life was over or not. Rye needed answers, and he needed them now. He wasn't going to wait another second. He lifted his muzzle high and breathed deep, letting out a powerful call for Towhee. He hoped his call would be answered quickly, after all he just by the lake. Where the deed too place.. Albeit on the other side of the lake. Talking to her about it would be awkward enough but doing so right where it happened? His stomach cringed at the thought. 'No thanks'