Witch's Marsh No Room in Frame

Reek never truly understood why a wolf would go thought he motions with an alpha of another pack. He held no authority over her. Neither over the place.  Perhaps it was just his eccentric personality that made him weird, but it had always been a source of confusion. "Uh, don't—"  his stammer gave way to a pause, "I mean, you know, you don't have to—"

"Whatever," he concluded.  His confusion was evident. His ears splayed to the side  and his face contorted into a strange expression that even he didn't really understand. Quickly, Reek decided to divert his course and address her question.

"Things are good! Yeah, good! Great!" He exclaimed in an awkward stupor. A more apt word to describe 'things in the maplewood' would be chaotic... or tense. Truthfully, that was why he had taken his post sickness excursion. A quick break from responsibility. But, Reek lied in the same manner Haven had— to save face.