Larksong Grotto Some things are better kept unknown

The time Reek would spend within the grotto after his first recruitment push would be short. The recruitment drive (and the search for Tavi that underpinned the entire operation) was far from over. However, Reek needed time to regain his bearing and to make sure his hold over the pack was still as strong as ever. His empire, while still waining in number, had not crumbled in his absence and would not do so if he were to leave again. He was confident in that, yet he still saw fit to remain behind his borders for at least a few days before setting out once again, just to hold down the fort with his presence.

He set out to the border to make sure the scent markers were tended to before he took his second trip away from the grotto. The territory, while small in comparison to the Maplewood he had once controlled, was still hard work to circle -- especially at Reek's limping pace. He had to go slow, but he wouldn't stop until the job was done.

It was evening by the time Reek caught Zaavier's strange scent lingering near the border. His slow, plodding motion came to a halt so Reek could sniff at the air. Someone was close -- too close for Reek to be comfortable. The hair on the back of his neck bristled and he set off as fast as his healing body would carry him.

He ascended the ridge that seperated the grotto from the southern territories and approached with tail held high and gaze hard like stone. "If you're not here to join this pack," he said, voice sharp, "then you need to go." If his intention was to join, Reek would hear him out... however, if he was lurking close to snag a quick meal from one of the caches, Reek wouldn't hesitate to bring his pack down on the stranger like a giant hammer.