Hideaway Strath 20 going on 50

The sound of her voice laid softly within his heart, it warmed and he turned his head to the origin. He caught sight of her, though he wasn't entirely sure she saw him given he was tucked away behind a tree, camouflaged by the wood. He revealed himself, a smile ever present on his muzzle. As he trotted over to her, he kept his smile but also kept his distance. Still unsure whatever he had was contiguous, out of everyone in the pack, she was the last he would burden with illness. 

"Hey Towhee," He greeted, albeit with a little trouble thanks to his phlem infested lungs."How's X? You two getting along?" He was genuinely interested to hear what came of their reunion, and was even curious where the bird had gone off to. Feeling his muscles tire from the walking, Rye planted his bottom to the ground, and slouched. Getting that much needed break from patrolling.