Heron Lake Plateau You're all cops

Sorry this is late, busy few days

Quixote. That name lit a few bulbs in Rye's brain but not the right ones, there was a missing link - or bulb - but where was it? The male scrubbed his brain, washing away the layer of dirt that seemingly coated his mind, like a layer of 'forget all dirt'. "Your name, it sounds familiar.." His voice trailed, eyes squinting as if to try to read though his memories. A sudden flash of a name, Towhee. It all came back to him, the females mention of the name and the dark males ranking. Alpha. "Oh.. You're the Alpha. My apologise, I didn't know who you are." Rye was quick to show proper respects with a bow of not only his head, but chest as well. 

Rye rose, facing Quixote once more. The male slightly laughed but it was more so out of embarassment than amusment, he should've kept better tabs on this but it was too late. Back to the matter at hand, his name; "Rye Black, I joined your pack not too long ago. A female by the name of Towhee, she was the one who let me in. It is nice to finally meet you. Sorry for the cautious attitude, I just didn't know if you were friendly or foe." Rye explained.