Bramblepoint (M) Old wounds leave big scars

Perhaps his eyes were not as sharp as they used to be, he still managed to step into thorn traps,
perhaps his age was catching up to him despite being only four. However the past month
had him feeling otherwise, barely managing to eat and sleep had him nursing old wounds
longer than it normally would have taken. Oh the troubles of being self reliant. Rye took a
quick breather to pick the smaller thorns from the fur between his paws and to rest his
shoulder. As he picked the final thorn from his paw a shadowy figured appeared in his 
peripheral vison. He froze, nothing moved but his eyes as he tracked the mysterious 
figure through the trees. Eventually he moved with it discovering it to be a wolf but not
just any wolf. They had familiar markings an orange stripe going down their chest. The
realization knocked him back a few steps, he couldn't believe his eyes. 

His tail thumped against the ground and his heart pounded in his chest, he couldn't help but 
laugh. His joy nearly overwhelming him, Rye stood and called out to his old friend. 
"Towhee!" He shouted, his voice wavering and flat out cracking. "My god its really you!"
By now he was visible from where she stood, he kept his distance but made sure he 
wasn't hidden in the slightest. He wouldn't blame her if she did not immediately recognize

him, he was rugged. Even he had to admit he looked like hell rolled over. Skinny, with matted fur 

and still trying to heal but did any of that truly matter? Not to him, all that mattered was he found her.