Hushed Willows A crackpipe full of dreams

Hoping to snag a wild @Tambourine

Like Jhala, Reek couldn't help but feel somewhat free after fleeing the church for good. However, his freedom did not come without a large dose of anxiety. Though the poison of belief had been sucked from the wound, the wound still remained: Reek and his family were homeless and in no better situation to survive the winter than they were at the grotto. Thankfully, Jhala had found Dagfinn, who chose to travel with them to find a new home. With three able bodied hunters, they could at least keep the children fed. But new addition aside, they still needed to find a pack. Sooner rather than later.

Reek, of course, had a few ideas. He thought of Stark and his pack. The Keep was close to the grotto, meaning that his children would not have to travel far. But Reek was wary. Though he had done nothing to earn Stark's ire, he knew the other male thought ill of him. That is why Reek left the children with Jhala and scouted ahead toward the keep so he could talk to the other leader in private. He felt, perhaps they could make some sort of agreement if they put their pride aside.

Yet, when he arrived at the Keep's border, Reek noticed that Stark's scent was fading. This confused him, because he could still smell others. Still, he threw his head back and called for the leader of the wood.