Heron Lake Plateau You're all cops

This looked loney, hope ya dont mind

Rye was out for a jaunt within the RH territory, deciding it was a good enough day to begin learning the land. It was a beautiful place, the platue provided a wonderous sight of the lower landscape. Granted, it was mainly white with a hundreds of bare brown trees, their branches covered in white. Everything was covered in snow, Rye was beginning to dislike it, but that was typical of him, loving snow when it first falls then growing to hate it as winter kept packing it on. Sadly, there looked to be no shortage of snow anytime soon but there was hope yet, spring was getting closer. Snow would be a thing of the past, and heat would melt everything in its path. Rye was excited for it.

Continuing with his walk, Rye was closing in on the border when stark black caught his eye amidst the white. A wolf, within the territory but at the border. Rye's pace slowed, hesitation evident with his steps towards the unknown. Surely they were not tresspassers as Rye first thought they to be, well, no matter what, he was going to investigate.

 

His paws crushed the snow below him as he trotted towards the dark wolf, the unmistakable crunch of snow giving indication of his approach. As Rye neared, he glanced over the black wolf. Stocky was the word that came to Rye's mind but further assessment would have to wait, Rye was within speaking distance. It was time to find out just who this wolf was. "May I ask who you are?" He kept his voice neutral, not wanting to evoke hostility with the other wolf.