Phoenix Maplewood [m] Who's that little mouse

Whatever the bee in Arion's bonnet was Reek hadnt a clue, nor had he taken the time to properly ask after his blow up. Instead Reek made assumptions as to why the Greek had been such a prick. Most theories hinged on two things; Smash and poppy.  While Smash's departure served to add to the collective personal shit-storm that Reek faced months back in the rise, her affect on Arion had been largely a mystery.  Other than that, there was no reason for him to spiral into a deep depression.  

But then there was poppy. Initially Reek had thought getting him off the smack for good would help his friend in the long run, at least after withdrawals wore off. But, it was far passed that time, so Arion could no longer use that as an excuse for his asshattery. Getting clean hadn't helped him out of his slump... perhaps he was better off slowly killing himself.

Most of what Saena told him, he had already heard or seen with his own eyes.  However, he still shook his head and snorted with disapproval accordingly. "You know, I thought giving him the chance to become our beta would straighten him out... I think it's only made him worse," Reek thought aloud. Thinking back to beginning of the Rise when the two had been given temporary leadership, Arion had relished in the chance to be in charge.  Why he was lashing out now when presented with a permanent opportunity was beyond the ragged alpha.

Maybe, things would go back to normal if Reek go him on the poppy train once again.  "Very addictive.  In the right paws, it can be extremely usefull, but he doesn't know what he's playing with. A plant like that is not a toy," responded Reek to Saena's inquiry.  "But— I liked him better when he was sedated." Perhaps poppy could be used to keep him under control.