Hideaway Strath Blackbird singing in the dead of night

"I'd like that." He admitted. Rye was thankful Effie would take the time out of her day to find something he would like. Although it would be a lot of trial an error, or sour and bitter he was more than happy to experiment. The thought brough a smile to his face, but he quickly pushed it away and focused on the tour. Specifically Effies question, trying his best to pinpoint where majority of the pack had their dens. Rye decided it didn't matter. 

"Its up to you honestly, if you dont want one you dont have to have one. Which ever most comforts you." Personally Rye slept above ground, under a tree, even if it rained. However winter was encroaching on summer and Rye would opt for a warmer place to sleep. The male started heading towards the main hang out, the heart of the territory. Sort of. "I suppose you could make your den here in the rendezvous site, someone's always hanging out here. So you'll never be lonely." He added, a slight chuckle rumbling from his chest.