Phoenix Maplewood [m] Who's that little mouse

Though her reciprocation lacked conviction, Reek in his current state hardly noticed. With his mind practically swimming in endorphins from their romp, he took her words at face value. Perhaps if it had been another time, he would have called Saena on it— but instead, Reek only grinned like an idiot as he rolled over to face his mate. She was his mate anyway... these sort of things were to be assumed.

But, Reek's smile soon faltered when Saena diverted course of their conversation to their most troublesome subordinate... Arion. Once a shoo-in for the beta position, Arion's attitude problem had wiped his slate of accomplishments clean. His most recent and unprecedented blow up had left Reek bitter toward his old bestie and had served to make Reek question the nature of their friendship.

"I haven't talked to him," panted Reek, still in an exhausted stupor. "Well... not since the fire. I don't know what crawled up his ass and died, but he isn't ready for leadership." Which was greatly disappointing. Having his right hand man at his side would have been favorable... too bad the Greek had mucked it all up. "Is he still being a dick?" He asked, chuckling.