Overture Downs It's Foregone

Reek couldn't help but feel the slight pang of dissapointment to hear that the hunt would not be completed until fruition. His eyes drooped slightly and a quiet sigh passed his lips. Of course, he could still follow. Anything was better than sitting idle, especially now with this numbness that afflicted him. If tracking could occupy his mind, if even for a momet, Reek would take the deal without second thought.

Nevertheless, Reek did nothing, expression wise, to expose this internal exchange. "Sure, whatever. It's not like I have anything else to do," he said dully in a tone of boredom instead of sadness. Reek rose to his feet and shook the loose snow from his pelt, before motioning for Mordecai to lead on.

"I'm Reek," he finally introduced after finding his feet. "From the Phoenix Maplewood." The Hollow sounded vaguely familiar, but no alarm-bells in Reek's head were tripped after hearing it's name. He would more than likely pry for more information later, but for now, Reek was content to get down to business and follow the trail in the snow.