Phoenix Maplewood stoned at the nail salon

Rye had no qualms with her decision, he was just happy to help in any way he could. Personally the woodland man hadn't gotten around to venturing past his corner of the neighborhood but he always wanted to. Another item added to the to do list set for far in the future. "Of course, roam around all you desire, our allies lay south east of here. If or when you find the time." Rye aimed his muzzle in the direction of Rivenwood. "I couldn't give you much of a description since I haven't personally visited but I do know they're around those mountains." His head returned to meet Meerkat, eyes alight and happier. There were whispers of another pack in the far south but Rye was none the wiser to them and didn't feel comfortable suggesting a pack that could possibly be unsafe. Her mother would murder him if she got word he sent her daughter to a sketchy place. That line of thinking brought forth a few questions and concerns for the yearling.

"Wait," His eyes squinted and his head tilted slightly, "Does your mother know you're out here? Why have you decided to move so far away, I'm sure other packs are closer to the Caldera, and why would you want to move? I have little room to speak here but I'm simply concerned for you is all." His words were honest, in a way he felt responsible for Meerkat now. Be it because his parental instincts were at an all time high or just that he was, at heart, concerned with everyone's safety. Perhaps it was both, either way in his eyes he wanted to make sure the yearling wasn't in any sort of trouble or strife