Emberflame Ridge Every face, every song.

Sorry for the wait, I got covid. Been pretty out of it lately.

It started to make sense, why Meerkat wasn't willing to talk about herself. Rye felt a pang of embarrassment for her and himself but quickly soothed it by reminding himself he meant no harm. There was sympathies felt for the yearling, Rye could still recall his own changes and how they would whirl him around in a typhoon of confusion and anger, he definitely did not envy his packmate. Towhee laughed and Rye played along, until she mentioned he was her first. His laugh choked up into a cough as he inhaled some of his saliva, the ensuing sheeping feeling encroached up his neck and to his face. "Damn, yeah, I completely forgot we did that.." He admitted. Much like Towhee, Rye cringed at himself too for his past lack of self composure. He hoped Meerkat didn't know of their fling, surely, he thought, Towhee kept that secret.

Moving on the orange streaked woman asked for his assistance in hunting, being more than happy to help Rye nodded. "Lead the way!" He chimed. The man followed beside his former packmate, keeping his snout to the air but occasionally dipping it low to the ground. He kept his silence going until Towhee opened things up to further conversation. She mentioned she had thought about him, that struck Ryes curiosity and he gave her an interested glance. "Oh?" He hummed. "Good or bad?" He jested.