Hoshor Plains don't let your fears win

Continuing forward with his eyes locked on the coyotes, Reek could finally gauge their reaction to him as he came into view.  The playful one, she acted predictably and scurried herself into a corner in fear.  The other, her reaction was more— confusing. Closing in on the pair, Reek heard the little one spit 'bow' to her sister, meanwhile, she assumed a subservient position. A stark contrast to Reek's typical indignant nature.  Obviously, this sort of behavior was drilled into the pups from a young age.  Strike two for mother.

Reek lowered his head to bring himself to the pups level. Smiling warmly, he crooned, "You don't have to be afraid of me." I'm only going to take you far, far away. He left out that detail for now, but it was for their own good. How could he in good conscious let two pups, no matter the species, die of starvation? Besides— they would be an investment. Bodies were bodies. "Up you go," he beamed, nosing at Regipre for her to find her feet.

"Are you two hungry?" asked Reek with a friendly grin. Nevertheless, an answer was unnecessary. A single parent couldn't provide for their basic needs, not permanently. Especially a scavenger like their mother.