Sunset Valley Lights from the airfield, shining upon you.

Evidently, Rye was too riled up by the exchange to acknowledge her right away. Towhee took a step back, only to give herself a fighting chance at reading his lips, as he spoke to Nyra. She caught something about Nyra nearly taking his life, as well as his friend's. She blinked, eyes narrowing to catch Rye's every word when he did turn and address her directly, including a repetition of his allegation.

When she glanced over at Nyra, the white she-wolf seemed utterly bored by Rye's accusations. She said she didn't even remember him, which was surprising considering the nature of the man's indictments. Towhee's eyes squinted even more as she noted how Nyra didn't actually address anything Rye said. There was no apology or explanation. Her lack of acknowledgement, her indifference, struck Towhee as really odd. Was she a sociopath or something?

"Rye," Towhee said after a moment, trying to keep her voice low, which was always a questionable endeavor, "look, I'm still not clear on what happened between the two of you. What I can tell is she's definitely not worth the trouble. Why don't we walk away and you can tell me about it."

She looked over at Nyra again. She wasn't sure what Rye was going to tell her but there was a good chance she'd end up biased in his favor. Really, she already felt herself taking his side. They had a long history and she respected the dude. Nyra might be her pack mate, yet they'd only just met. And there was definitely something off about her. That didn't bode well at all.

"We're going to go," Towhee said coolly to Nyra, before giving Rye a chance to even accept or decline, raising a paw to gently nudge him away.