It's been a long time without you my friend

As much as Reek wanted to run to his mate and wrap her in his own embrace, he resisted and stayed planted firmly to the spot; unmoving and expressionless. While he loved her just as much as before, Wynter's reappearance had made him feel conflicted. Numerous emotions flooded through the once happy jokester: anger, elation, and most of all, dissapoinment. She dun goofed.  Without a word of goodbye, she had squandered every bit of trust the pair had built in their time together. The foundation of their relationship was now cracked and strained, and a house built on sand doesn't stand.

Wynter began to explain her situation and that only brought more hurt.  Fear.  She had no room to talk about fear.  Fear is staying up in a den late into the night, worrying about the safety of one's other half.  Fear is praying to gods that one doesn't even believe in, in the hopes that something would hear his cries for help.  She couldn't possibly know that.  Unfortunately, Reek did.  When she slinked off into the night, fear was all she left.

He waited in silence for her to finish and when her eyes met his, he quickly averted her gaze in favor of the ground in front of him.  "You can't do that," he croaked through his thinly veiled anger.  "You can't just fucking leave."  If she could take off on Reek so easily, who's to say she wouldn't run out on her future pups.  Their future pups.