Dawnlark Plains Don't Accept the Truth

Reek's chuckles eventually died away, leaving only a pleased smile in their wake. She kicked against him, as if to continue their play session even though they both lay flat on the ground. Reek shuffled, and his own limbs mirried the coytes as they peddled playfully in her direction. She may have been plum tired, but Reek had only just begun.

Eventually, they settled and she gave him a name. "Sofi," he repeated. "I'm Reek." He wondered, if she were to leave, if he would ever see her again. He hoped so, and a name was a good starting point when it came to being able to find his new playmate.

"I haven't had this much fun in ages," he admitted. If only she had been a wolf, or else, he wouldn't have hesitated to offer her a spot among his ranks.