Larksong Grotto Now we got problems

Reek exploded into the scene with rabid ferocity and stared down the unfamiliar grey wolf with crooked teeth barred. The stench of Redhawk Caldera was strong on his pelt, marking him as a permanent enemy of the Rise. None of them were welcome in the north (barring Pantaleimon of course). Reek's teeth snapped in warning as he began to circle his prey like a buzzard circled a corpse, waiting for the order from Saena to strike: to tear sinew from bone and bone from body. Sebastian may have been a gentle soul, but to Reek it mattered not. To Reek, the Calderian must have only come to the area to finish Saena off and to finish the job Fox had started. There was no other reason for a Redhawk to be so close.

This was a cry for war. Just as Saena made a lunge toward their unwelcome guest, the party was crashed by a vaguely familiar face, who had begun to distract Saena from the task at hand. She begged for peace and Reek scoffed. "Stay out of this Noch," he sneered. A far-cry from the playful man he had been in their first encounter. "We need to send a message. They aren't welcome here." Even if Nochtli was blamed, she could always divert it to the Rise. Hell... Reek wanted them to know.

Reek continued to make his circle while Saena was distracted, snarling with every step. It seemed the order to attack would be unspoken, and so he nodded to Arion and signaled that it was time. Like a rabid dog, Reek lunged at the grey stranger's throat. Not to maim or disfigure, but only to kill.