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Despite Skeet's laughter, it came as a slight dissapointment to see that his self-given moniker of Grand Poohbah wouldn't stick, however it came as no surprise. The only other wolf to reciprocate Reek's silly mannerisms to a tee was Smash, and she was long gone by now— probably back at Shiprock with her oddball sister. Perhaps it was time to hang his wonky-esq title up on the shelf and just be a regular old, boring ass alpha male. Reek shrugged in response to his internal thought process and thought to himself; nah fam, fuck that. If Skeet got a cool-ass nickname in place of Nathan, Reek felt he deserved the same.

Raising a brow at the meantion of Tavi, Reek's suspicions were confirmed. It seemed she had done some recruiting on her own. He smiled. "Of course I do!"  Reek exclaimed. After all, how could a wolf not know his co-alpha? If not, running the pack would be a total logistical headache. "She's, uh— She's sort of my partner." In more ways than one, he thought. Their relationship was one Reek found difficult to label. Of course, after engaging each other in a physical manner, Reek felt he had some sort of a claim over his co-alpha... Even if it went unspoken. Like a girlfriend, but not.