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Reek was awash on awave of contentedness, even as his face was nearly engulfed by Tavi's gaping mouth. Once her yawn had tapered off, he mirrored her giggles until she pulled away. Reek wanted to wrap her in his limbs tigher to preserve the tangle they shared, but unfortunatly for him, that wasn't the way wolf legs worked. She slipped away. As Tavi moved to break their tangle, once again Reek was hit with another deluge of her inviting scent— calling to him, begging him to make some sort of move.

His attention, however, changed direction entirely as Tavi rolled right off the side of a natural ledge. Reek's brow furrowed with surprise and he was eventually overcome with yet another wave of heaving laughter. He had laughed so much in one day that his chest had begun to hurt. He rose to his paws and meandered his way over to the ledge a better look. There he saw Tavi sprawled out and 'turtling.'

Reek can't help but crack a smirk in her direction. He had to admit, she was cute when she was clumsy. "Careful," he quipped. "There's a ledge there." He pointed to the shallow drop after the fact with his muzzle before dropping down to take his place at Tavi's side.