Heron Lake Plateau Rivets and screws.

Since I'm all for sharing, Allill, you have my permission to kick Ryes' ass. In one whole post, all I ask is you don't kill him but at the very least injure him so he gets it through his damn skull its game over

This second intrusion irked Rye, but the fact that the intruder was male made him defensive and protective of Towhee until she left him for the other. That sure as hell didn't do any good because now Rye was furious, he didn't want that male anywhere near her, let alone her siding with him. "Not goin' anywhere, either run off or fight." Rye snarled, his own teeth showing and his hackles rising. Jesus Rye was gonna get his ass handed to him but no thanks to Towhees heat, he didn't care. He would fight and do his best to win, or at the very least leave a few scars on the other and hope he's unable to continue. Though those hope were all counting on pure luck and the other wolves agreement to a fight. 
Rye was being unbelievably stupid, this wasn't him, not even close. The typical Rye would resolved things verbally first but nope, all thanks to the power of boners, everything was flip flopped. If things went sour, which they probably will, he would be regretting it the next morning.