Redtail Rise if you're not a kangaroo, what are you?

So sorry for the delay, I've been WAY too busy lately.

Food for drugs, drugs for food.  Seemed like a good deal for Reek, who in his own terms was a piss-poor hunter.  Plant's were far easier prey, as they didn't fight back or cause a fuss. They just, well, sat there;  spending their droll day's just waiting to be plucked from the ground... an easy task for a lazy man.  Although, it did provide a nice method to stay useful in the pack setting without putting on bulk or brawn, which proved to be impossible for the ragged wolf.

"Just keep the food coming, Arion," advised Reek, finishing off the last bits of the squirrel.  He wasn't entirely sure what Wynter would think of the arrangement that the two had come to, and keeping secrets from the wolf he had grown to care so much about wasn't favorable. However, secrets were simply a part of Reek and the house of cards he had begun to construct.

"Leave the rest.  I'll, er, figure out a way to pay you," continued Reek, hoping Arion would get the idea.  The raggedy wolf turned to Wynter and smiled.  "Still hungry?"