Heron Lake Plateau running low on words

To say Rye was comfortable within the pack wasn't a long stretch but due to past events with certain females, he was on edge. Leaving him in states of anxiety throughout the past few weeks, thankfully doing patrols and hunts was keeping his mind occupied from the incessant worry. He was doing just that at the moment, checking unfamiliar scents and then the occasional game trail for a quick bite to eat.

That was until he heart a howl, near the borders, uncomfortably close. Ears raised, cupped towards the howl to hear something, anything at all, even the faintest of breathing but nothing. Too far, Rye presumed. The male started off in a trott, making his way down the border until he locked eyes with another male. Ryes' pace slowed to a walk and he stopped in front of the stranger, inspecting the other judgingly at first but forced his mind to reserve itself to a neutral point of view. Something be found himself having to do more often as of late.

The male sat, his features blank and expressionless. Rye was normally friendly but a lot has changed since he joined Redhawks. Outsiders were viewed more as a potential threats than usual, it all boiled down to Rye being protective of his home. But he did his best to stay true to his typical nature, the encounter was no different. "Hello, my name is Rye and you are?"