Duskfire Glacier And not be so indifferent to the look in your eyes

His search for Tavi had been fruitless, however, Reek's trip away from the grotto was not without merit. His time alone, away from the territory, it proved a necessary distraction from the crippling sense of loss that had burrowed deep into Reek's stomach. It gave him the purpose that he had so unceremoniously lost with Tavi's departure. Somehow, it felt freeing to wander— if not only slightly so.

After not receiving the answer he had wished on the Emberflame Ridge, Reek proceeded northward after waiting around the ridge well into the night. He pressed forward at a steady limp in the direction of the grotto, however, he did not hold the intention of returning to his claim just yet. Pushing into the neighboring glacier, Reek proceeded with his nose pressed to the ground in search of any wolf's scent he could in the hopes he could drag someone back to the grotto with him to alleviate this membership problem.

On the outside, he still looked relatively lived in. He was a being of fly-away hair and scabbed over wounds -- a walking scar with a perpetual frown. A sight for sore-eyes such as he probably wasn't the best to trya and recruit wolves to the fold, but Reek felt it his duty to at least try.