Phoenix Maplewood stoned at the nail salon

Their Beta had gone missing, Iana was gone. The very same woman who greeted him at a time when he felt lost, hurt, and was pathetically self loathing like an angsty teen. As much as Rye wished to find her, his days where willingly consumed with life as a new father. Learning the ins and outs to parenting and working as a team with the mother of his child. He would give her the moon if it was only just closer but Rye would have to settle for bringing food and medicine to help her recover. Occasionally watching over their tiny babe while Imaq stretched her legs and took a break from the needy cub. He had done just that a few hours into the morning, the gnawing of his snout still a fresh memory echoing on the rough skin. Rye was eager to return but first he was to return with a meal or two.
The Maplewood forest nearby was a prime spot for martens and hare, it was close enough to the glacier Rye felt comfortable to stay for an extended period of time. If Imaq needed him she could howl and he would be there quickly. Once Rye crossed into the forest he was immediately on edge, the smell of an unknown wolf sent the fiery tendrils of protective aggression snaking across his body. The hotah didn't appreciate how close they were to his son, an irrational thought process clouded by fervid paternal drive. Rye sought out their scent, tracking it down until he found the 'intruder'. He didn't bother to silence his footsteps as he approached, if they knew if his existence so be it.
"You are far too close to my home for my liking." He grumbled, voice thick and coarse. "What are you doing here?" Rye stood proud, on a line of absolute overprotective idiocy, but proud nonetheless.