Phoenix Maplewood A temper set for tender

Lo and behold, a voice came from the darkness within the den. Reek's ears perked at the sounds and smells of his wife that permiated their humble hole, but her figure was still shrouded in subterrainian black, obscured from his seeking gaze. Reek squinted into the dark, allowing his eyes time to adjust to the gloom, until he caught her deep, indigo eyes with his. "You don't have to come out if you don't want to," he quietly responded. Instead, he would join her within the confines of home.

Turning his body around, Reek took the moose leg in his jaws and dragged it backwards through the mouth of the den before settling at Saena's good side. "I brought you something." He presented the leg to her with a gentle push of his muzzle.