Phoenix Maplewood she has used ancient and sanctified words

The inclement weather that seemed to follow Reek had finally given him a break. The sun was back with rare intensity and with it came a warmth reminiscent of spring.  Perhaps the winter that loomed over the horizon wouldn't be as harsh as he initially expected. Still, it was foolish to judge a season on the circumstances of a single day, but it was nice to imagine that the sunshine carried weight.

Reek wandered through the wood in a state of contentment.  The saccharine taste of maple sap still stuck to his tongue and teeth as he drifted from tree to tree.  It was like living in a damn candy-store. He opened his mouth and found that it had nearly become stuck together.  Everything was sticky, but Reek didn't care, (he was usually caked in something anyway).

His haphazard course through the wood was interrupted by a howl on the border.  Knowing that all good fun must come to an end, Reek stopped his galavanting and traveled toward the summons like a good warden would.  The wolf waiting at the border was vaguely familiar and it took Reek a moment to finally put a name to his face. Finally it clicked. "Lasher!" he greeted with a cheery smile.  There last meeting had been uncomfortable, but Reek carried no tension with him.  "What brings you to the Maplewood?"