Cedar Sweep Tits on a tricycle.

Towhee was still fresh on his mind, she had been for a long time. Rye wasn't sure exactly why, days had past since their last meeting, he would've figured by the second day she would be a passing memory. She wasn't though, she was an ever present thought in his mind. Even in his busiest hours she was there, it was almost damn near frustrating. Anyways, she was surely better now, or so he hoped. Her wound was most likely still a little stiff but healed. A wound Rye wished never had to be a thing in the first place. As far as he knew, Quixote was the one who delivered that punishment and frankly it made Rye see the alpha in a far darker light. A once loving, caring wolf now turned into -- Well, he didn't know. There was much uncertainty in the air, he needed answers, and soon. 

Crossing the borders, Rye headed towards Cedar Sweep, a trott in his step as he went. He found himself to be more tired than usual, hungrier too but the packs cache wasn't half full or even a quarter full and he didn't feel good about taking when pups were around. So many, even if a few were on the verge of adulthood. Rye took it upon himself to ensure others were fed before himself due to the move. He was sure it was taxing on the pups, and the adults from the other pack. The wind had whispered they came from far East, land Rye had yet to venture to due to the sheer distance to it. Although once Rye was settled into his new home, and more acquainted with his new and current pack members he might break away for a few moons. See what else lies far beyond the borders.

Keeping his pace, Rye ducked his head down to the ground in search of a game trail. Various smells crossed his path but none he wanted to chase after, none that smelt fresh or close. A low growl erupted from his belly, Rye rolled his eyes, laughing lightly at his stomach. He swore he ate only a few hours ago, and yet here he was hungry again. He started questioning whether or not he's pregnant, jokingly of course. He continued on, his nose to the ground until a familiar scent was swept up into his nose. He stopped in his tracks immediately, and looked up and around like a deer looking for a predator. 

Towhee, he mouthed to himself. His heart raced a little faster, but Rye ignored it. He walked around in search for the trail he lost, his walk picking up pace as he searched. He couldn't call for her, so his best bet was to run into her or her spot him. Either way he was excited to get a chance to see her again.