Duskfire Glacier this skin is tainted by wasted days

Of course, it was in Thuringwethil's interest to know to whom the reigns of Phoenix Maplewood were passed. Although leadership didn't necissarily change much with Reek's ejection, he certainly felt it did. The wolves who resided within the Maplewood he believed were his own— even still. Saena knew few among their clan; her connection to the pack as a whole had always been slim since returning injured. It had been his family that she had thrown him from: one that Reek alone had a personal report with. 

Reek's brow furrowed with a bitter sadness. "My ex-mate," he answered, knowing this would also probably answer some of the questions Thuringwethil had left unsaid. Reek let his answer linger for a moment before continuing. "The deal we made still stands," he added. The river remained the dividing line between the two packs. In Reek's absence, he was almost sure that the agreement between the two would be better enforced. Reek had always been a more laid back leader than Saena, who tended to rule with much more intensity.