Dawnlark Plains Wake up, you need to make money.

His playbow may not have been reciprocated, but the peppy feeling that had wormed it's way into Reek's gut from Tavi's pheromones did not abate. He wriggled and weaved in front of her for a time, silently hoping that she'd spring to her feet the way he had expected, but she never did. The playful wag of Reek's tail slowed until it eventually stopped and he lifted his front end from his bow.

About to descibe the strange bug that had made him seek Tavi in the first place, Reek's voice hitched in his throat as he was hit with another wave of scent, heavy with pheromones, wafting from Tavi rear. Reek nearly shuddered and a chill went down spine, rippling out into all of his extremities.

Seeing that she would not move, Reek would come to her. He laid down beside the beta and scooted close against her. "Well," he began enthusiastically. "I thought it was a stick for a while. But, you know... sticks aren't supposed to move— So, you can imagine that threw me through a loop." After finishing his brief description, Reek was guided by the invisibe pull of instinct and he began to gently preen the fur at the base of Tavi's neck. "You would have loved it"