Hideaway Strath De donde eres?

The voice that called to him was at first unrecognizable, it was deepish, almost gutteral with a hint of play. Rye froze in his steps and turned to look at the origin of the voice, it was Towhee! A delightful face to see amidst all the chaos back within the pack, there wasn't really chaos just a little unrest due to the move. However it was unexpected to see Towhee again, Rye thought he'd run into another wolf on patrol or maybe even that Phox fellow, not that Rye was complaining. Towhees humor was always welcome around him and Towhee in general. Speaking of, her little bridge troll persona was amusing, earning a good laugh from Rye.

"While I would love to give you such news, I can't. I'm here to visit, see if I can meet any other in your pack. I suppose you can call it 'checking out the goods'." He joked but in a way he wasn't joking, he didn't want to join a pack where he wasn't wanted. Although he was confident that wouldn't be a problem. "How's the pack coming along? How many you got imprisoned so far?" That, that was a joke. Albeit a crappy one but Rye never claimed to be a good jokester. He'd admit, more often than not his jokes would fall flat.