she runs on indignation

With the pack's claim over the Maplewood officially announced to the outside world, Reek could finally breath an outward sigh of relief. Hours passed, and thankfully, no sign of hostility came from beyond the border. No harbingers of ill will or bringers of trouble came barging through the newly hung doors. Finally, things were looking up for the ex-Redtails, who had so poetically risen from the ashes of their old home with grace.  

Allowing himself a much needed break from his continuous marking, Reek wandered through the wood without willful intention; though still remaining on the fringes of the territory because, just in case. Blissfully, he drifted from tree to tree in a contented daze. Scraping tooth and claw across the bark of the maple trees he passed, Reek collected and chewed whatever sap he could lap. The saccharinely sweet taste lingered on the tip of his tongue throughout his midsummer stroll, leaving him sufficiantly sticky like a messy child.

Straying away from his happy meanderings, Reek decided to follow the scent of the the other healer whom he found digging and dicing up a patch of thyme. "Ain't nobody got thyme for that," he prodded while making his way to her side.  No matter how hard he tried to keep a straight face, he couldn't help but burst into a wheezing fit of laughter.  "Get it? Thyme...  Goddamn, I love me," he managed to sputter though his laughter.