Bramblepoint (M) Old wounds leave big scars

There wasn't an ounce of fear seeing her lip curl, he understood
there was going to be that chance she didn't instantly recognize
him. A year of strife and struggles etched their memories into
his fur, skin and whole body, visibly telling their unique
stories. Rye was nothing but thrilled to know she did recognize
him when it could've have ended with his ass becoming grass. "You're 

damn right it's me." He dipped his chest down in a playful gesture, 

ignoring his shoulder as it protested his movements.

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Rye trotted a few paces closer, his steps high and exaggerated
with a wild smile never leaving his lips. "I can't believe it's really you. 

I've missed the hell out of you, I though you died or something." Memories of the 

attack drifted into the forefront of his mind, an array of concerns 

and questions battered his mind but he only wanted to bask in the 

triumph of finding an old friend. She was a sight for sore eyes, 

easing the pain of his shoulder and mind with comforts of a friend.

Something he grievously missed since Effies' disappearance.