Larksong Grotto the world looks down and frowns

He settled in close, allowing the side his face to rest on Tavi's uninjured flank. There, his teeth began to preen at her fur, gently raking through where she bore no mark or laceration. Briefly, he considered redressing her wounds (now that he had started a small herb cache), but instead went along with simply grooming as he waited for her response. He took her grunt as a wordless agreement.

"It's what sold me on settling here," he continued between slight tugs. "Well— that and the hunting ground north of here." It was a land of plenty; despite the difficult and rocky terrain, Reek knew his wolves would never starve here.