Cedar Sweep These Weary Bones

Of course!

 

His newfound overprotective nature might've done him more harm than good. She was in fact new, and clearly didn't know where she was. Rye began to slip back into his normal self, it progressed further as she spoke and began to be a little submissive. Earning a strong response from Rye, his features softened and he lowered himself to meet her level. Hoping to convey that as far as he was concerned, they were equals unless proven otherwise. So far she seemed gentle and certainly not threatening.

"No, no. You're okay, and although you are not too far from a pack; you aren't running the risk of passing the border unless traveling south. For now you're fine." He softend his voice and gave his best smile for her, wishing to further ease her back into relaxation. He could tell she was tired, perhaps she traveled there from a great distance. Just like he did. That seemed like such a long time ago to Rye. Where did the time go so quickly? Anyways, "Where do you come from? If you don't mind me asking?" He sat his bottom down and prepared himself to listen to a story, or anything else she had in store for him.