Herbalists' Cache must be in want of a wife

The playful wag of Reek's tail ceased as it froze in it's gentle sway and stood arched above his back in a subtle display of dominance. His aformented positive mood took a blow as the sudden realization that a necissary pathway for prey would be cut off by a forming pack. With the north now closed off to the wolves of the maplewood, the west was their only lifeline. They would not be choked out of existence by some new arrival.  

Reek's smile quickly faded and an awkward grimace soon took it's place. "No you won't,"  he stated calmly, completely unaware that his wife had already dealt with the problem in her own, aggressive, way. "Look... you've caught me in a good mood so I'll give you, hmmm—"  Reek paused for a beat, "— a couple days to find somewhere else."  The aspens may have been beautiful, but if the stranger knew what was good for him, he'd realize that it wasn't worth the trouble.