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@Reek!
She couldn't quite say why she was so fascinated with Phoenix Maplewood, or why in particular she was so impressed with its leader, Saena. Although she had grown up in arguably the largest family of wolves in Montana, Tail was no stranger to the instincts and traditions that ruled their broader kingdom. Perhaps it was because their first meeting had been so... untraditional.
Let's face it: fleas weren't the most glamorous trait to boast, and the leading lady had certainly been undignified with all her scratching and squealing. But Tail felt nothing but respect for her— as embarrassing as that had to have been, it was nice to see the "human" side of leaders. No one was perfect, and it was senseless to try to be.
She trailed near Feller's Pond, lost in thought as she followed the water's edge. There was a lot to think about— a lot had happened in a short amount of time, and not all of it pleasant. Sure, she had hit her head and all manner of freaky things had happened in that forest... But Tail's biggest concern was how to approach Saena after all that had happened, all the time that had passed, and seek refuge within her ranks.
Reek wandered the northeastern most reaches of the maplewood with a happy pep to his step and the femur of a recent kill carried in his jaws. It was a fine bone — perfect for chewing and throwing around. But, with perfection came a price; Reek knew the covetous eyes of his pack mates would be drawn with envious greed to his treasure, and he wasn't sport to share. Maybe he could share with Saena... but even then, he still hadn't given the idea the time of day. It was his, and his alone.
Protective measures needed to be taken to insure the safety of his prize. He pushed past the northern border of his packs lands and walked down to the banks of a pond. Held captive by his intent, Reek didn't notice the wolf who walked the edge not too far away. He found a dry patch of soil and stopped. He dropped his bone to the ground and began to dig. Soon, he was covered in dirt from head to tow. He bit the bone a final time as if to say goodbye 'for now' and dropped it into the shallow hole. The bone was then reburied and Reek took mental note of where to find it again.
With his task now finished, Reek lifted his filthy head and finally laid eyes on the other wolf. Drat. His bone was spotted; his hiding place spoiled. Knowing that his hiding space was no longer super-duper secret, Reek dug up his bone and carried it elsewhere... where prying eyes wouldn't see.