Dawnlark Plains Wake up, you need to make money.

It was a strange spell she had cast over him, one wraught through a wash of hormones that was doomed not to break. Had he a rational mind, Reek would have known he was playing with fire, but he was not one to shy away from the flame. He wanted this - even though he failed to admit it - after all, it was why he followed her trail.

She spoke and briefly, his trance was broken. He had certainly strayed a long way from the maplewood and his persuit must have been obvious to the girl. "Uh, yeah," he agreed, smiling. "I was out on a patrol, and I— I uh, saw this bug and I figured you'd think it was cool, so I went to find you. You weren't in you're den... so I, um, followed you here." God, it sounded so stupid when he finally explained it. Of course, he left out the draw her pheromones had on his system. Reek's brow scruched and he awkwardly shook his head. "But, it's like— probably gone now."

He felt oddly invigorated with her presence; playful even. After a quick beat Reek dipped low into a play-bow, simultaniously letting her scent wash over him.