Welcome to New York || Ryder & Scott || @captainewyork
The past few weeks had been a whirlwind, he'd known he wasn't going to stay with his team when his free agency came up, but moving to an entirely new country and getting settled was never easy, especially for a lone omega. At least he had the luxury of the summer months off to pack up his life and move. He hoped his new teammates werenβt worse than his old ones, but he didnβt hold out too much hope. He just had to push through and focus on hockey, just like he always did.
Ryder walked into the arena three hours earlier than the team was supposed to arrive for the first practice of the preseason, smoothing down his scent-blocking patches to make sure he didnβt overwhelm anyone with his scent. He didnβt want to be accused of βperfumingβ or trying to troll for a Mate or any other number of things that players had said to him over the years. He wandered around, looking for his locker room, but all he saw was the one the home team used and the one for the away team. Ry sighed and decided to go see the GM instead until he heard footsteps behind him and turned quickly, pressing his back to the wall as fear spiked in him. He took several deep breaths, calming himself down, he couldnβt be a scaredy cat, he just hated to be walked up on since his old team had been constantly pulling pranks on him or nipping him with venom.
He saw the Captain, Scott Hunter and put on a brave smile, hitching the strap of his gear bag higher on his shoulder. βOh, hi,β he greeted, βI thought I would be the only one here for awhile. Iβm Ryder Quinn, your new right wing,β he said offering his hand for a handshake. βI mean, not necessarily your right wing, I donβt just assume Iβll be on first line, but the teamβs new right wing.β He forced himself to stop babbling like an idiot.
