Larksong Grotto Requiem For A Dream

Like most wolves, Lilac could hunt and fight. These skills were all fine and good -- and necessary for all pack members to possess -- but that particular set tended to be run of the mill between the grotto's pool of applicants. Her self-proclaimed skill in healing however, that caught Reek's curiosity. His ears cupped forward in attention and he nodded his head. Healing required a certain level of skill, dedication, and practice that most wolves did not possess. Being a medic himself, it was a practice Reek could respect. "Good— that's good.

She need not demonstrate her skills here, he felt. Her time to shine would eventually come. Instead Reek focused more on her physicality. It was obvious she had an able-body; good for a hunt. To Reek, it wouldn't be a pragmatic move to turn a hunter away. With the pack numbers dwindling so low for a time, big game was almost out of the picture, but now the tides were beginning to change with the influx of potential joiners. Her place among the wolves of the grotto was thus decided.

But first, Reek wanted to get to know this recruit. "Where you from Lilac?" he asked. "How long have you been traveling?" His expectation was that she had traveled far; most wolves do before settling with a pack. She probably needed her rest -- and she would soon have it.