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For a moment, Reek looked back at the troubles that had plagued his pack since the Rise went up in flames. Appearances were one thing, but reality was another. Their settlement had been a continuous struggle. It felt as if misfortune followed the wolves of the maplewood ever since that fateful storm, and Reek hoped for an indefinite lull, but with winter coming fast, he knew no lull was coming any time soon. Nothing bad had happened recently, but even that was starting to leave a bad taste in Reek's mouth because it only made him expect the worse even more.

Instead of launching into a tiresome speech about their troubles, Reek decided to lie and tell Lasher: all within the maplewood was well. However, he wasn't able to utter the words before his mate withdrew from her hiding spot. Reek nearly jumped with surprise and the words he planned to say were lost from his head.

His mind was blank like radio-static. He reached for the goose and grabbed it by it's neck before turning to his mate and dropping it at her forepaws. "He brought us a bird!" he exclaimed, awkwardly expressing the obvious in the thick tension of the moment.