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

It was strange to see a change in emotion within Thuringwethil. Her thin smile seemed almost alien in the way it spread across her face -- not that there was anything wrong with it, of course -- it was just that Reek didn't entirely think the leader of the mountain pack could even show such an emotion. There was a coldness to her— a nature Reek perceived to be born from a tactical mind. But, unlike the machine she had been when Reek had spoken to her from across the river, she seemed almost normal after their coalition had been formed. 

Caught a little off guard by this change, Reek attempted to mirror her smile, but what he returned was less grin more grimace. "Alright then," he said, nodding. "I'll wait for you here."  Of course, Reek still felt a level of discomfort with allowing Thuringwethil to stay with his pack, but if the coalition was to be cohesive, Reek understood the necessity. However, he would not leave his wolves while she was within his borders. While among his own, Reek decided she would remain supervised. Nevertheless, he felt it justifieable, because he knew she would be keeping just as close an eye on him when he accompained her back to her own pack.