Dawnlark Plains Wake up, you need to make money.

Much to Reek's satisfaction, Tavi did not shy away from his wanting touch. The low rumble in the back of her throat only goaded Reek on. His nips drew upward, from the scruff of her neck to the back of her head, where he lingered for a moment. "I shit you not," he replied between the slight tugs he made at her fur. "Living... Fucking... Stick..." It had been just as surprising for him as it was for her. Reek himself had been in disbelief, that is, until he saw it move. If only she could have seen it.

"Here I was," continued Reek, reguiling Tavi in the tale of his discovery. "On the border. Taking my morning patrol, as usual. I settle in to, uh" he paused, "mark, one of the maple trees... and there it is! Just staring at me. I mean, I practically pissed on the poor thing. That's when I saw it move! Believe me, I didn't stick... er, pun intended, around to see what else it could do. So, I figured I'd drag you to see it too!" It was no great story, but Reek told it with the enthusiasm of an old explorer.