Serpent Lake You smell like pine needles and you have a face like sunshine

Despite Reek's usual situational awareness and typical genre savvy, he was completely oblivious to the fact that the duo were being watched in silence. Akela's scent had yet to cross Reek's nasal threshold. However, Wildfire seemed to pick up on something that Reek had overlooked. Whatever it was, intuition or whatever, Reek paid little attention to it. That isn't to say he didn't humor the youth in her discomfort. Reek replied with a simple shrug of his shoulders before turning around to see nothing.

See, nothing there, he almost consoled— that is, until he heard the voice of a stranger a good distance behind him. With eyes like saucers, Reek spun to face the new arrival in surprise. With all wolves he had yet to meet, Reek was generally war, but this was the South, meaning Reek was on extra alert. His hackles raised slightly as he assumed a more confident position, but after hearing his somewhat friendly (albeit awkward) introduction, Reek dropped his posturing.

"Stick in tree?" questioned Reek in confusion. "Fuck is that?" The distinct lack of context clues left Reek in the dark. But, whatever it was... it must have been awkward.