Cedar Sweep Skeletons in the closet.

The howl seeped into the males dreams, evoking a sleepy howl of his own. Quiet, and airy, his attempts to respond would go unheard until his tired mind pulled him from his slumber. Through his sleepy confusion Rye was able to hear the last bit of Towhees call. His ears perked up, standing at complete attention, they scanned the surrounding forest. Waiting, hoping to hear another. Nothing but that wasn't going to stop him from letting a howl of his own come forth. With a deep, crisp, cold breath in, he exhaled all the air in his lungs into a song. He prayed his song reached the mountains, reached his pack. 

Rye wanted to walk towards his assumed direction of the howl but he had @Effie to think about. He didn't want to leave her. Not to mention his hip, as tender as ever. Knowing Towhee was alive, and presumed to be well, Rye could stay without too much worry. He trusted her, she was as tough as claws, whatever her situation was; Rye was confident she would be okay.