Hideaway Strath There was a fire but now its gone

It had been nearly a week since he last returned to the Grove, his vacation that he told no one about might've raised the alarm. Then again there was the chance they all didn't notice. That thought played pitifully in Ryes' mind, he didn't want more heartache. His mind was full, any more and his brain might pop. Recent events had him spiraling down but at least there was one thing, he was over his sickness. He was as hardy as a buck, if only his feelings aligned with that metaphor. That wasn't to say he was devastated but, he was still feeling the sting from the wasp.

For now, he was treking his way back into the Grove. The main bit of land everyone seemed to hang out in, but instead of sticking around in the middle he stayed low, and walked to the cache for refueling. He dug up whatever piece of game he could and began knawing at the bone, wanting that sweet marrow. As he chewed and got some of what he wanted, Rye hoped Towhee would not spot him, he didn't want to see her quite yet. Rather he wanted to get settoed back into things. Although, there was still that part of him that did want to see her. There were still those stubborn feelings sticking around.