He had been somehow successful in his endeavor to get to Riverclan through Skyclan, and honestly, Ryland has surprised even himself in doing so. When he'd spoken to the Skyclanners at their border, he had felt that maybe they wouldn't let him through. After all, they had each regarded him with a wariness that had been hard to miss, considering the fact that he smells of thunderpath and monster and soot and all other things that forest cats hate. But as he had cracked joke after joke about his own clan and how much he dislikes it himself, somehow he had pleased them enough to escort him to one of the borders he often longed to see—and he's glad that someone could take a joke, for once. Bloodclanners are always so awfully serious.
As he approaches the majestic river he'd been looking forward to, flanked on all sides by Skyclanners he doesn't know the names of, he hardly even bothers to pay attention to his escorts. He'd been casually chatting with them all the way from border to border, but now he falls silent as he hurries toward the slow-moving water in front of him, his body suddenly crumpling into a scrawny meatloaf by the riverbank as he peers into its blue depths, slate eyes wide and curious. "The river!" comes his sudden excited whisper, one white-tipped paw darting out to tap at the cold surface of the water. He recoils almost immediately—that is COLD. "Oh, it's so much bigger than the one in Bloodclan. How do the River-Cats get across?" he asks, turning his head to look at the Skyclanners close behind him, evidently searching for answers. "They swim? Right? Or- Or are they stuck?"