Heron Lake Plateau (futuristic space music)

Sorry for short reply, brain is fried from lack of sleep

If Rye had to equate his feelings to something, he would say its like someone let lose a ground squirrel in his guts. Twisting, moving and shoving them every which way, it was god awful and it only seemed to get worse with the introduction of Quixote's son. Yet he still managed a quick nod of the head Owens way. Then came the eyebrow raise from Quixote, that, coupled with a few other things, said everything it needed to. So thankfully Rye would adhere to the alphas' unspoken request. But there was the problem of telling him just what was in plain sight by the lake, he didn't just want to say Towhee was there screwing around but a warning was due. More so now with the young'un around, Quixote probably wouldn't take too kidnly to his son seeing that. Rye swallowed hard, grinding his teeth as he went through the maze of secretive verbiage, picking words off the hedge as he went. "The lake is a bit busy right now, I think I will go to the river and clean there." That was probably a little too on the nose but it would have to do. Rye really wanted to talk in private, knowing it was better to spill his guts now rather than later but that would have to wait.