Larksong Grotto She will feed you tomatoes and radio wires

Reek found comfort in the stillness of the morning. There was nothing more calming, he thought, than beginning his day with a stroll. It had always been his routine in the maplewood to begin his day at dawn, before the rest of the pack awoke, to start his morning right with a patrol, but with the borders freshly marked and caches filled, Reek found his time occupied elsewhere. He pulled his mouth from the water, droplets dribbling back from whence they came, before turning back to continue he plodding lap around the lake.

Ditty's approach went unnoticed until he was already upon him. As Reek's body turned to leave, his gaze caught Ditty barreling in his direction. Reek froze; his brow lifted in confusion. Without taking into account the cold, Ditty barreled right into the lake in a magnificent display. A shower of icy cold water fell upon Reek and he was chilled to the bone. His fur ruffled, however, his response was not out of anger, but surprise.

Reek shuddered, shivering. "Fuck, that's cold," he declared, attempting to shake his pelt dry all while stiffling a wheezing laugh. How Ditty must have felt, fully submerged, Reek couldn't even fathom. "You alright?"