Redtail Rise Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

She didn't push the issue, and for that, Reek was grateful. Perhaps talking about what he had done to someone without a personal stake in what had happened would be a cathartic experiance, but Reek couldn't find the words within himself to accurately depict the guilt and loss that he so desperately tried to stow away in the deepest recesses of his soul. Instead, there was silence. In this silence, Diane allowed Reek the time to compose himelf. Despite his puffy, bloodshot eyes, Reek regained a modest level of composure.

"A hunt," he murmered, looking toward the stranger. "That would be nice." A distraction was just what he needed.