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

Reek's posture straightened. A coalition? Of course, Reek already knew the pragmatic answer, but becoming an extension of Thuringwethil's pack had not been Reek's original intention. However, there was a part of him that thought this sort of official agreement would keep the grotto's presence within the north legitimate. While he didn't want to stir problems with his old pack, the Maplewood, Reek felt he needed to be ready for when they eventually came knocking on his door to hand him his pink slip.

He thought for a moment, falling silent. There was still the question of how legitimate his own rule would be if he accepted such a deal. "And of my own autonomy?" he asked. "The grotto is mine and Tavi's to control." Theirs only, he thought. It felt odd to allow another that level of control in their established heirarchy, but mostly, it felt wrong.

Another roadblock occurred in the form of Reek's unborn children. Thuringwethil may have wanted them to be of no consequence, but the entire reason he had taken residence so close was to ensure their safety. If conflict broke out, Reek could not consciously bring harm to his own flesh and blood. It was a promise he simply couldn't make. On this front however, Reek remained silent.