Hideaway Strath Hold on, stop, look whats that sound?

Ayeee, the packs up and official. Nice surprise this morning. As most of my threads, this an AW. Rye was gonna arrive 7/3, sooo back dated to then?? Or maybe just assume he arrived today?

Today was the day, he was to arrive at the door step of the Grove. His new home, just a hike away from his old. Which was a blessing, if the Frosthawks needed help Rye would be right there, ready for anything. He had promised Quixote his services, whatever that may be, at any time. Whether or not Quixote would call upon him was yet to be seen but Rye hoped the alpha took his offer up sometime. It would help give him a reason to visit because it's not as if Rye had relatives living in Frosthawks. Although that shouldn't stop him from checking up on them every once in a while. Anyhow, Rye was padding up to the borders, the entrance Towhee told him. 

He stopped just short of the border and threw his head back and howled, he wasn't about to just walce right in like he owned the place. No, no, manners come first. After his howl tapered off, Rye began to wonder what Towhee was doing, if she was out hunting or within the borders. He wondered if she'd be there to greet him, a loopy smile curled its way onto his maw. A sort of 'I'm thinking of this girl that I like' loopy smile, and even though Rye was still a little clueless to his feelings, he understood they weren't just friendly feelings. He looked to the ground, his smile still present but softer and just thought of Towhee as he watched bugs, grass and anything else move or wiggle around.