Hideaway Strath There was a fire but now its gone

Rye set the pace at a nice walk, he wasn't ready to rid himself of the energy that was just starting to collect. He opted to save it all for the hunt, he knew just how much he'd need it. For. Ow he delighted in the slow pace and small talk with Ruenna, listening to her question and well as the birds singing their songs. He nodded his head, "Yeah, I came from the, formerly know, Redhawks. What about you? Where'd you come from?" How long ago was his transfer? Months right? Rye had lost track of time chasing Towhees' heart, that he never bothered counting.

A sudden painful lurch in his heart leaked into the rest of his chest. It left a bitterness in his mind, he had joined the Grove for her. Stupid decision that was. As much as he was upset with his rash decisions he wouldn't up and leave, he truly did value their friendship. He would need to set aside the past in order to gain anything from his transfer. However things take time, and that was what he needed the most.