Larksong Grotto She will feed you tomatoes and radio wires

Watching as Ditty flailed about like a drowning rat, Reek found his laughter uncontainable. On his end, the cold was manageable— easily ignorable even, especially when there was such a distracting show drawing Reek's attention away from the numbing cold that creeped though his extremities. As Ditty scrambled to shore, Reek followed, sniggering all the way.

Showered with yet another barrage of droplets from Ditty's shaking form, Reek shrugged it off. His apology -- though welcome -- Reek deemed ultimately unnecessary.  "You're fine Dit," he reassured. "Shit was worth the laughs." For a time, Reek had felt short on laughter. It felt nice to have a happy moment.

His attention, however, peeled away with a bark of greeting. Gaze trailing away from the rolling coywolf, Reek found Jhala standing a short distance away. Noting her smile, Reek smiled back. "Jhala!" He exclaimed. Pointing with his muzzle down to Ditty as he rolled he asked, "Have you met Ditty?" without considering the compromising/embarrassing position he was in.