Phoenix Maplewood A temper set for tender

His own mortality wasn't something Reek wished to dwell upon, in fact, the idea scared him deeply to his very core. Joking about it, however, brought him some sort of morbid comfort. That way, it felt less real. He was nearing the age of his mother when she passed from a freak neurological occurrence. Despite having no reason to think the same fate would befall him, Reek couldn't help but feel the slight tug of worry.

"Don't worry about me though," he jokingly prodded. "I'm going to live forever... that way, I can always catch you when you fall." With a warm smile, Reek pointed to Saena's injured side with his muzzle. Obviously, it still gave her discomfort, but it was healing well enough. He need not worry like he had with Scarlett.

Reek yawned just as Saena mentioned a nap. "Way ahead of you," he replied, pressing in close to lay his head on the crux of her shoulder. "We can talk about our trip later." Reek's words slowly tapered off into tired mumbles. His eyes, shut tight.