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Empty accusations continued to fly and Reek alone knew extent of their validity: there was none.  The harsh words and berating statements pushed by his former queen would have normally cut deep emotionally, seeing as they were coming from someone he once considered a dear friend. But the sting of her accusations never came to fruition— Reek was, for all intents and purposes, completely and utterly numb. Finally, she broke her circle and made her way to the corpse of his recently deceased friend.  With a final shake, the fibers of her narrative's delicate weave began to fray.

"He'th fucking dead.  Haf some rethpect," he spat. The body that Pantaleimon left behind was nothing more than a just, but it was still all he had left of his friend. There was no way he would let her deface it in such a manner.

"Look around... call your pack.  I don' care.  All you'll find ith me," he continued, taking another limping step toward the body.  "I don' even really fucking know Perry— in fact, I fucking hate that little thit-head. Why would I work with the guy who did thith to me?" He gestured weakly with the forepaw of his injured leg to a prominent and spindly scar across the bridge of his muzzle that he received in an altercation with Peregrine himself.  

"I came because of what you thaid in the Maplewood weekths ago. I fucking want food." The terms of their deal it seemed had changed... "I haf a little girl to take care of back home," he continued, thinking of Sart who stayed behind in the relative safety of the Maplewood. "I need thith. She needs thith."