Phoenix Maplewood the old wolf remembers

"It's fine, it was a long time ago," Reek quickly reassured. Like most Reeks of the river valley, he seperated himself from the toxic environment at the first opportunity: his, being the untimely death of his mother. It felt like so long ago, but even still Reek bore the lingering effects and insecurities brought on by this emotional baggage. Thankfully, he hid it well under a thin veil of false confidence and snippy humor.

Her surprise was evident in her tone. Truthfully, Reek didn't take it to heart. He knew he had picked a fight with the ugly stick, and gotten a right beating. The game of winning Saena's heart had not been won on looks; instead, he felt it a strange mixture of his 'charming' personality and a whole bunch of dumb luck. To this day, he was still just as surprised as Shreya. A smile spread across Reek's face and he nodded in confirmation.

Their off-color sense of humor, it seemed, was something that ran directly through the bloodline... among other things. Reek stifled a quick chuckle, resulting in a short, snorting burst of air from his nostrils. "You'd have to ask her," he prodded jokingly. "But, uh, bastard or not— You could say some things run in the family." He winked. Nothing quite like greeting grandmother with dick jokes.

He let that sit for a moment, shit-eating grin plastered across his face before he elected to speak again. "I guess I've done pretty well for myself here," he continued pridefully. "I lead." He was the decider. Master of newbies. Sayer of yes or no. Reek's eyes soon fell on the Elder's youthful escorts. Two able bodies. "They looking for a home too Gran?"