Golden Glade Everything felt fine when I was half of a pair

The trip over to the new land wasn't exhausting or anything, yet Rye found himself tired anyway. His mind out of sync with his body, he was stumbling around in the forest. Tripping over stumps, roots and even his own paws. He had a full nights rest, a stuffed tummy and plenty to drink. He guessed it was simply a restless night, the Towhee situation must've still been bothering him, even if word was sent to her about their move. Which to him was a promising. Perhaps things were on the up, tensions lowering and forgiveness being passed out. Rye questioned what would happen if he asked Quixote what happened to Towhee, would he be snapped at for asking about business not of his own? The risks were felt to be high, but he wanted answers, though the time was inopportune. Another day, maybe when the pack finally settled into its new home.

For now, he was going to busy himself with chores, patrol and hunting. Meet some of the new pack members, and Alphas. Ever since Towhee and the Phox fellow left, Rye wasn't pretty much the only adult in the mid ranks. Cinder was pretty much an adult but Rye hadn't a clue where he ran off too. Not all of the newest members were adult, but they were close enough. Speaking of new members, one was pouncing before him now. After a tricky rabbit hiding within its home, a quiet snicker sounded from his muzzle. Her frustrations were well understood, Rye knew rabbits could get the best of any one. 

He kept his silence, and distance, awaiting her next move. His bottom was planted in the grass below him and soon to follow, his chest. He watched curiously, interested in the frustrated females next move.