Larksong Grotto Wassup playa?

The answer the unfamiliar subordinate received came in the form a brief and humble nod, thus confirming Reek's rule over the grotto and its surrounding territory. Of course, Reek was proud of his claim -- obviously so, simply by the way he held himself around his subordinates -- but, he was not one to lord his power over others; not unless his authority was directly challenged. Reek percieved no threat from the mystery man, who kept conversation jovial in his comfortable jesting. A smile spread across Reek's lips as Skeet's comment about being the big man in the grotto summoned forth a throaty chortle from the alpha male.

As Reek's dry laughter died away, he finally answered. "In your case... Yeah." Reek shook his head and raised his brow. "To call me for a private audience— Well, that's sort of a big deal." His shoulders rolled upwards in a shrug. In no way did Reek want the subordinate to actually take his comment seriously when it was meant in jest— he was always open to be called forth wether it be for important business or just to shoot the shit.

"Reek Redtail," he finally introduced after an awkward beat. "But, you can call me the Grand Poohbah if you'd rather."