Cedar Sweep Tits on a tricycle.

Rye followed Towhees gaze and met up with the corridor through the mountain. He made a mental note of it, past the river and to the corridor. It wasn't far from the Grove and that brought Ryes spirits up sky high. He could visit often, and help her out when she needed. His tail went swayin again, and a smile began to show signs of emerging. Back on the conversation at hand, Rye did find himself not too thrilled with the name. Frosthawks. To him it was a serious down grade from Redhawks but again, not his decision to make. " Yeah.. Frosthawks. Not something to particularly strike fear in our enemies." He joked, a chuckle coming from his chest. 

Then Towhee offered something unexpected, something that tossed Ryes pounding heart in his throat. He swallowed hard, and breathed deep. A look of delighted surprise was etched into his face, he was heartwarmed by her offer. Then his better judgement kicked in and made his realize that she must've been joking but, an odd pulling sensation in his chest nudged him to ask; "Towhee, are you being serious?" His tone was hushed, as if Quixote was near them. His heart beat faster and faster as he awaited her answer.