Larksong Grotto There's a struggle coming

After pacing away and falling against one of the cave walls, Reek took a few slow steps forward in pursuit of Tavi -- pushing the goose along the ground with his muzzle as he went. She was uncomfortable: he could tell. He stopped a good distance away, wary not to allow Tavi her space. Pushing the fowl forward one final time, the goose rolled over to its side, head slapping into the cave floor with a quiet thwap.  

He lifted his face, gaze falling on Tavi. A thin, weak smile tugged at the corners of Reek's lips in response to Tavi's attempt at humor. However, Reek could tell there was no sustenance behind it. Her words were empty.

His lips pursed and his eyes fell downward toward the goose. "Maybe," he replied, rolling his shoulders forward with a shrug. Bugs were easy prey for the infamous bug-muncher. "But I don't think you'd like it very much if I brought you a living stick." He paused and smiled awkwardly. "Spoiler alert— they taste like ass."