Phoenix Maplewood All the King's Men

We should talk.

His words aren't tense or harsh and he doesn't look too particularly puffed out but it doesn't allow Ukko to relax. The other doesn't bother to close to the distance between them, just far enough apart that they might not need raise their voices for the other to hear. They would have to come to terms eventually or let it ends in flames, burning what little relationship is left between them. It surprises him that Reek had been the first to call but he suspects Saena might have had a hand in it, consciously or not. Being the first to call the meeting gives the leader an upper hand, a way to shove it in his face that he's the bigger wolf to take responsibility. Bitterness forms in the back of his throat and he clenches his jaw, letting Reek have his glory.

Ukko has already seen him at his worse, a crumpled mess at his feet:  Reek needs this.

He doesn't speak, finding a focal point on the dark wolf's chest to stare. Any hint of a dominant posture and he's sure it'll start all over again.

Okay.

Who needs sleep? when did Ukko become such a turd