Hideaway Strath Futha.

As far as I'm concerned, Towhee is always welcome to power play Rye! Just ya know, dont kill em or mame the poor guy lol

The pack was cool, the members were nice and all but something was missing, a certain deaf wolf had been mia for a few days and frankly Rye was a tad worried. Although no one else seemed to notice so Rye just left Towhee to do her thing while he did his. Catching game, searching the territory, trying to catch big enough game to help feed the pack but so far his luck was on the crappier side. Good news is the switch to Towhees' pack was easy, well sort of, the talk with Quixote was rather awkward and painful. All thanks to how everything played out but Rye wasn't about to cry over days old milk. He was where he wanted to be now, and thats all that really mattered.

On his jaunt to someplace, he didn't know where, Rye got a whiff of a scent. Familiar but it vanished sooner than it came. He slowed to a stop, and searched the air for the scent it had briefly carried; nothing. Not a thing, he shrugged and was going to continue his directionless journey when suddenly, he felt his ass end meeting the front end of something else. With crazy laughter erupting from the assalint. Ryes' butt scooted from beneath and he flipped around like a fish outta water. Shock hit him like a boar, and it fuzzied his mind with confusion but also happiness. It was Towhee, he was happy to see her but confused at her choice of a conversation starter. 

"Holy hell, is this a kink of yours?" He grinned, and withheld a laughter trying to escape its lung confines. He also wiggled his eyebrows to the best of his ability but it came out a little weird and unorthodox.