The Tangle A fixed bayonet through the great southwest to forget her

He shuffled, turning his back to the impassable tangle of thicket and briar, Reek waited patiently for some sort of a response. The only response he received, however, was the hum of flying insects and the repetitive chirp of crickets. Biting his lip, Reek sighed with disappointment. While there was no howl sounded in response, Reek still remained content to wait for a few hours for Tavi to return. If not, he would simply move on to another place, howl again, and wait. He would not go home without her.

Reek rested his head on his forepaws and settled in for the long haul. Nevertheless, just as his chin touched his paw, Reek heard a rustling coming from the brush a good distance away. His heart welled with hope that it was Tavi draped in a canopy of leafy green. His hopes, however, came crashing down as a strange (yet vaguely familiar wolf) approached. He couldn't quiet place the face, it had been far too long since the war on Duskfire. The hopeful smile that had begun to spread across his face faltered and Reek's mouth closed.

"I guess you could say that," he replied on the breath of a defeated sigh. His shoulders rolled forward in a shrug. Tavi may not have left him at this very spot, but she left all the same.