Dawnlark Plains The ashtray says you were up all night

With nose trained on the ground he tread, Reek pushed forward through the plains with purpose— eventually catching wind of a promising lead. A scent. A wolf. From here, he couldn't tell if she was pack or not, but Reek figured either way it was worth a try to pull her into the fold. His head lifted out of the tall grass that obscured his face, eyes falling on the form of a stranger.

She had noticed him first; her curious stare evident. "Hello there!" he shouted across the distance, allowing his tail to wave behind him in a friendly sway. Now, it was game time. Time to sell.