Redtail Rise when the arms yell, the laws are silent

Now that Saena had returned, the stress Reek felt had started to peel away. The process was slow, however his drop in paranoia ran parallel to the less time he was spending on patrol. For the first time since Saena's departure, Reek had stopped working... at least for a little while to spend time with his mate and to get his old self back in order. Today, he was on a self-granted extended break. Which in the bastards mind, was completely necessary.

Thankfully, he had expanded the den in the night, or else the herbs in his cache would have forced him and Wynter out into the open air. It was still a tight squeeze, but nevertheless, it was a comfortable place for a nap. And nap he did! There was so much sleep to catch up on from the previous week, that Reek had no idea where to begin. For a while, he had wondered if he had forgotten how to sleep in it's entirety. But now, he slept like a rock with his head rested on a fern.

Arion's pained howl broke Reek's mid-afternoon slumber. Rising to shaky legs, he pulled himself from his den and descended the ridge to find the source of Arion's cries. "Redhawk?" he asked quickly as he glanced over the extent of his injuries. The poor bastard looked rough. Turning back to his den, Reek took off to grab any herbs he could use from his cache.

Never a dull day in Redtail Rise.