Dawnlark Plains The ashtray says you were up all night

Her response came on the breadth of a single step. Reek took it upon himself to close the distance between them. He set off in a lope toward her, careful to keep his body language neutral and friendly. His tongue lulled from the side of his mouth and Reek dawned the mask of a smile that he had come to wear in these recruitment situations. Surprisingly, he found it easy to sweep his sadness under the rug when he needed to. He had his time to break, and would do so alone.

Now, he was focused purely on business.

"As a matter of fact, you can!" he replied to her offer to help... And so, the art of selling began. He could smell other wolves on her -- clearly, she was of pack -- but Reek was not hindered. "I'm Reek Redtail," he introduced with a friendly nod. "What's your name? What brings you to the plains?" He led with a question, hoping to draw the stranger in.