Larksong Grotto Requiem For A Dream

Upon Reek's brief return to the grotto, he found himself having no time to catch his breath. These new-comers, they came in waves it seemed. Reek was not one to believe much in divine intervention, but as the third stranger called for him from the border, Reek could not help but think of the great coincidence that lingered behind three separate wolves requesting an audience with him on the borderline in a single day. It was the strangest thing. In all of Reek's time as a leader, he had never seen this happen.

His prayers to no one had been answered, and for once, Reek began to feel an emotional break from all the turmoil, strife, and struggle that the past month had offered him on a silver platter. Perhaps he could soldier through, pick up the pieces of his broken life, and start new. It was a fleeting, happy thought.

For the third time in a single day, Reek made his way to the border to intercept the source of the howl. He approached the stranger with the typical posture of dominance, but surprisingly, adoring Reek's face was a rare, and thin smile. It was a subtle thing: barely noticeable display, but Reek felt it powerful. With that, Reek lifted a brow and implored the stranger to speak.