Duskfire Glacier What we aint got

back dated to yesterday, new comers welcome to greet this guy!

Rain gently poured from the sky, hardly making a splash in the existing puddles of water on the ground but the sky sharply contrasted the gentle nature of the rain. It blotted out the sun with its onyx colors while thunder rolled in the dark and left small streaks of lightning to replace the suns glow. Rye was sure snow wasn't far behind him, he had been lucky enough to out pace the storm but as the winds began to pick up he knew he'd be caught dead in the middle of it if he wasn't careful. It didn't sound like to bad option, what if he laid there and accepted it? Accepted that he lost his family, accepted that he was not a good man, not a good husband. 
While the storm brewed behind him Rye felt the air being syphoned from his lungs, his legs wobbling from the weight of his burdens and his eyes blurring with tears. Weeks of searching for his family turned up no results, not a hair or a scent found to belong to them. The weight of his legs grew as he approached the boarders to Duskfire, his head held low. A plethora of unfamiliar scents slammed into his nose, stopping Rye in his tracks, until he found the one familiar spoor in the bunch. @Lane, his head lifted and he searched the boarder for her but saw nothing. The hotah wondered if he could just walk in the territory as if he hadn't been gone for a month. A brown paw hesitantly lifted to step but stopped before it made contact with the ground. He sighed, would the man be welcomed back after returning alone? Rye lifted his muzzle and howled. He would soon find out.