Redtail Rise A Blank Slate

I did the fixing! My bad, misread.

       Grandpa? Seriously... grandpa?  Sure, Reek was haggard for his age, but he didn't see himself as old.  In the ragged wolf's mind, he was maturing like a fine wine (but possibly, more like milk).  His greying muzzle made him more distinguished, like a disheveled silver fox.  However, the ladies didn't exactly swoon... well, except for Wynter.  But, Reek had yet to figure that out.

       Rixton didn't appear to be getting the general idea of fuck off.  Obviously, he wasn't moving. He shifted himself into a defensive stance, and Reek finally realized the heaping pile shit he had gotten himself into.  Perhaps he should call for help... or nah. Definitely nah.  The last thing he wanted Saena to see was a blunder on the border.

      "Let's start over, shall we?" Mused Reek with a calm façade as he held his ground.  His position remained unchanged as he began to verbally backpedal.  "What are you doing here?"