Bramblepoint (M) Old wounds leave big scars

Holy cow lotta drama in Caldera right now, if this needs to be back dated lmk. I've got extra days where Rye is doing nothing, I'd hate to add to all that chaos

Rye kept his tongue bit, he wanted to force Towhee to stay
still but he knew there was no making her do anything she
didn't want to. He did as requested and kept close, his body 
against hers ready to bear her weight if needed. "You shouldn't
be walking, you shouldn't even be here. Where on mothers green
land is your mate? I've got half a mind to talk to this idiot for
letting you wonder in this state." Rye had zero clue whether or not
she had a mate (his impression was she liked one night stands) nor
if this was a known condition or not. In truth he was just vexed
she was out here talking to his scraggily self and not resting.
.
"Towhee—" Just like that she was peeing blood, the red
sickeningly staining snow with its foul smell and pigment. Rye
had seen enough, he could not let her walk anymore. 

"Alright,  I've seen enough to know you should not be walking. I gotta 
carry you or something." He looked at Towhee, his eyes pleading
to let him help her. He didn't care if blood or urine stained his 

fur, he wanted her back at the Caldera, safe and sound.