Dawnlark Plains Slow Life

In the ragged wolf's childlike excitement over his collection, he had yet to notice the scent of another close by.  That is, until he turned around from the poppy plant to head back.  When he tuned on his heel, his eyes caught a brown behemoth standing tall and proud, which took him aback with surprise.  Reek recoiled, stumbling back into the cluster of poppies with a definitive ker-thunk.  The seed stalks and flowers bent under his skeletal frame and some broke under the pressure.  However, that wasn't the worst of his losses.  In his fall, the wrapped leaf had come loose in his maw and unfurled on the ground, spilling his bounty of seeds in every which way.

"Mother-dick," Reek spat, his voice sopping wet with aggravation. Quickly, he rose back to all fours to asses the damage. A body shaped indent laid destroyed in the cluster, effectively wiping out the bulk of the plant.  He rooted around in the dirt to collect as many seeds as he he could, as they took priority over the wolf who put him in this position.  However, the black seeds were difficult to discern in the dirt allowing him to only collect about a fifth of his original bounty back into the leaf.

"Look what you made me do,"  Reek lashed out, unable to calm his aggravation.  The Archeron clearly had him in size and strength, however the ragged wolf scolded like a father would to a child. Although, maybe a bit more patronizing. "Are you fucking touched or something?"