Cedar Sweep Tits on a tricycle.

It was as if her thoughts had summoned him, for not five minutes after Rye crossed her mind, he also crossed her path. "Rye?" Towhee blurted when she caught sight of him in the middle distance, coming toward her. She hurried forward too, so they met in the middle, just a few yards from where the river gushed behind her. -"It is you,"- she said, speaking and signing simultaneously on purpose to force herself to get into the habit of doing it all the time (at least when limbs and mouth were free for it).

Although she was angry with Quixote and even Raven, not to mention the wolves she could only think of as her replacements, Rye was not subject of her ire whatsoever. He was just a bystander in all of this, subject to the whims of his leaders, old and new. Towhee immediately wanted to ask him what it was like, being forced to bow to four Alphas, two of them perfect strangers, but she held her tongue on the matter.

Instead, she managed a smile as she said, -"You're a sight for sore eyes. How are ya, Rye?"-