King Elk Forest Strike the match, play it loud

An ounce of regret flickered in the males chest for scaring the female but it all washed away with the later conversation. Before she spoke, Rye took the time to notice the delicacy she had in the way she moved. A bizzare thing to notice first but Rye was bizzare. Anywho, the female reported little damnage was done and took note of the males mud caked feet. In any other company he would be ashamed to look unkempt but he had no reason to impress her, or anybody for that matter. 

He sat and lifted his left paw, and intently inspected it for the dramatics. All for a good jest of course. "They're always attracting mud. I could be on stone and still have these two bad boys covered." He rolled his eyes and gave a quiet laugh. The tension began to melt away, just like the snow in spring. However Rye was still keen on figuring who she was, which was his follow up. "Also, before we get too lost in banter, call me Rye. How about yourself? What may I call you?" He asked.