Larksong Grotto what are we made of but hunger and rage?

After a morning of patrolling and marking the borders, Reek retreated into the depths of the grotto that tunneled deep into the bedrock of the glacier. There, within the chamber they had claimed for themselves, Reek enjoyed a nice long nap alongside Tavi well into the afternoon. It was a deep, fulfilling sleep, but Reek was ultimately roused by a sound from outside. Bouncing around the stoney walls was the sound of a familiar howl, belonging to Thuringwethil herself. His request for council -- carried by the stranger, Warbone -- seemed had been heard loud and clear. Not wishing to keep the other leader waiting for long, Reek pulled himself away from the pile of bodies he and Tavi made and slunk out of their cave— leaving her behind to continue sleeping.

Once he left the grotto for which the territory was aptly named, Reek lifted his snout to the air and called back with a howl of his own, signaling that he was on his way. He pushed north -- ascending the ridge that made up the end of his claim -- eventually crossing his freshly marked borderline. There, where his territory met the Sunset Valley in a rocky kiss, he saw Thuringwethil and her messenger.

Though this was Reek's territory (well, close enough to be considered so), she carried herself as if she owned the place. Of course, it didn't sit well with Reek, but Thuringwethil was a necessary piece in the chess game he intended to play. He made no fuss and approached her with the respect that she demanded. "Thuring," he said, dipping his head low in greeting.