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As they approached the border the scent of the walls greeted his nose strongly, enough to stop him in his tracks despite being a member of the pack. Rye sat and looked over at Effie, seeing her tension in flexed muscles. He understood, and gave her a light shoulder push with a smile accompanying. He wanted to convey, 'Relax, you'll be fine.'. No matter the answer she would be fine, he'd look out for her best he could anyways. 

"Hmm," He playfully thought for a moment, "You howl, give it all ya got!" Rye wondered what her how would sound like and if it might sound like she acted. Peaceful.