Hoshor Plains don't let your fears win

Reek watched in silence for several minutes, he especially watched the playful one who frolicked from place to place while chasing butterflies and munching on grass. Her temperament reminded Reek of himself when he was a child; somehow she maintained a youthful energy even in the face of difficulty. He smiled. The little stoic one however, not so much. He figured his identification with her stopped at being, 'he was a child once.'  Her stiff natured inclination reminded him so much of Citali.  Either way, they were both adorable.

His first question was answered as their mother slipped away from their den.  Her structure was rawboned and thin.  How could she take care of two pups alone when she could barely take care of herself? Unfit— Reek judged her condition almost instantly. Without divine intervention, the pups were destined to die of starvation once winter approached.  But thankfully for them, Reek had a massive God-complex.

Slowly, he made his approach.  Reek took great care to make his body language as non-threatening as possible.  He dawned a warm smile and let his tail wag idly behind him.  "Hello!" he called out warmly. Still some distance away, he continued his slow and steady beeline toward the coyotes.