Sunset Valley Lights from the airfield, shining upon you.

Rather than answer her question, the white she-wolf turned to look at something in Towhee's blind spot. She glanced over her shoulder and then did a double take at what she saw. Apparently she had smelled Rye... and dude was raging. For a split second, Towhee thought he was bellowing at her, then she realized he wasn't looking her direction at all. He was ranting at the scarred woman, though the angle made it impossible for Towhee to see what he was saying.

It was almost comical, the way she utterly ignored Rye and turned back to address Towhee. The former Sovereign could only blink as she read Nyra's lips. Some of those names struck her as familiar, though she couldn't quite place them. It didn't sound like any of it really mattered anymore. "But my empire has since crumbled..." Well, Towhee could relate. She clicked her tongue.

But what was happening between Nyra and Rye? Towhee looked back and forth between them for a moment before deciding to pad over to her old friend. "Hey, buddy," she said in a low voice, "I didn't catch what all you said and I have no clue what's going on here. But, uh, it's good to see you." She did wish they could stop bumping into one another in the worst possible circumstances but, well.