Qeya River Chinchilla

As far as Reek knew, the terms of their deal remained unchanged. He nodded with understanding. In no way did Reek feel that the wolves of Sleeping Dragon were friends or allies— No, they were something else entirely. Honestly, he wasn't sure what to call them. But, call them what he may, Reek knew the two packs of the Taiga needed to coexist in a state of semi-peace; he could not afford a war, especially with pups of his own on the way. He simply could not let them be born into strife.

"Right then," Reek said as he rose to his feet. "I hope we won't have to speak again soon." The less contact with their northern neighbors the better, Reek concluded. With a final nod of farewell, Reek turned tail and headed south.

His course, however, would divert as soon as he found himself out of eyeshot. Instead of returning to the maplewood, Reek turned right and follwed the Qeya River to it's mouth in order to survey and catalogue all of the territories that remained free for the wolves of the Maplewood to roam before returning to deliver the message on where to tread to the rest of his pack.