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

Reek nodded, wincing as he took note of his mistake in regards to Thuringwethil's name, however, Reek did little to correct his error. Her name being such a mouthful, Reek was sure he would have butchered it even if he had tried to utter the whole thing. After all, polysyllabic names tended to catch in Reek's mouth like cotton balls— being brought to stammer in front of a fellow leader was hardly professional.

Either way, Reek pushed it away and was intent on moving forward. He had requested Thuringwethil's presence for a reason. With three packs in such close proximity, Reek was sure a peaceful agreement between himself and the Dragon pack was tantamount to the Grotto's long term survival. Reek, however, did not immediatly get down to business like he had when regarding Drageda's leader from his position behind the river— Reek instead offered first some social pleasantries.

"Thanks for coming," he said, dipping his head with gratitude. "I hope the trip was alright for you two." Reek paused, eyes moving from Thuringwethil to the messenger and back again. "I can grab something from a nearby cache if you're hungry. We can talk over lunch."