Sleeping Dragon set the controls for the heart of the sun

Warbone's ears flickered as a war with the Phoenix wolves was mentioned, and its potential inevitability made him uneasy. However capable he was in battle, it did not mean he missed or desired it. He picked up his head, and his voice, finally. "I believe Reek is selfish and afraid— Afraid of the retribution he flees. So while he agreed, possibly in the hopes of having our protection should the Phoenixes come after him, I am highly suspicious that he will not aid us if we fight them. They are his former wolves, after all. Unless he is cold-hearted beneath his rags, then I cannot foresee his help in that foray."

The wolf reclined, licking his chops thoughtfully, looking to Thuringwethil. "His loyalty must be tested somehow. Can this agreement be somehow solidified beyond mere promise-word?" Maybe if they had leverage over Reek... like a child. Warbone looked at Gyda then. "I have no qualms with escorting you to meet him as well, if you would like," he said, settling nicely in his suit as bodyguard. Though this was not a stead that would come to fruition.