Duskfire Glacier Blessed are the peacemakers

Was there truly such a thing as privacy in the wilderness? Birds, squirrels and other tiny vermin on the 
constant watch made privacy a rare commodity. So when the silver woven male arrived Rye was not
all that surprised, he knew he did not have good enough luck to get that privacy.  However the deeper
truth had him secretly thankful for the company, misery was easier to bear with someone at his side.
Rye tried to quickly rub his eyes free of any tears holding on by a thread but it was useless, his eyes
were already stained red. A quiet sigh escaped from his lips as he looked to the larger male in shame.
Crying was not something he favored doing in front of others.

"Yes, just a simple nightmare is all. I'm sorry if I woke you, I didn't mean to yell or anything." His
voice was weak, nearly muted but the quiet of the night let his voice be heard anyway. "I don't believe
we've met, not the best terms to meet on I apologize but my name is Rye and yours?" He was quick to
move on, refusing to leave any room to talk about himself. That would be his third nightmare of the night,
right after the current one playing out.