Phoenix Maplewood stoned at the nail salon

Any agitation held on the mans features left the moment Suricate mentioned being from the Caldera. Rye was floored then excited, then partially sad. He hadn't thought about Towhee in a while, completely vanishing from her life at a time she could have used an old friend the most. Rye settled down on his haunches, sobering up from all the previous aggression, excitement and melancholy. He looked how he felt, defeated, deflated. "I see," He started somberly, "Is there a chance you know a woman named Towhee?" Rye didn't want to let his guard down just yet, so he returned to a ridgid, on edge sort of pose. Head held high as he waited for the yearlings response.