Phoenix Maplewood i'm not throwing away my shot

It's fine with me!

Reek made quick work of the leftovers of the doe that he and Laika had cached days prior.  With a full stomach, Reek felt a wave of contentedness wash over him and he failed to stray far from the cache site. A nice, long nap was high on his list of priorities, so Reek settled at the base of a maple tree— there he soundly with one of the doe's ribbones grasped sofly between his jaws.  

Idly, he gnawed in his sleep and babbled incoherently like a newborn child.  His back legs kicked and twitched as he dreampt. The dreams were pleasant, but they would unforunatly fade from memory almost as soon as he awoke.  

Stirring from the sound of Ukko covering the cache with snow, Reek's eyes opened to slits. Ukko's form was blurry in Reek's frame of vision, but after a brief moment he finally came into focus.  "Ukko," he murmered with a yawn.  "There should be some left if you're hungry... or whatever."