Larksong Grotto Request

Slight power play of Sapphire following Reek north: if you want me to change anything, let me know!

She took the deal and Reek's forlorn face briefly shone with delight. He had not been in hunting condition ever since he had returned from the Maplewood, battered and bruised -- his limp suggested as much. For the past couple of weeks, Reek had to take his meals from the caches: the wolfish equivalent to stale leftovers. His mouth was already salivating from the thought of a fresh kill.

"Well, come then," he said, turning north to lead the potential recruit towards the prime hunting grounds. The rocky terrain of the grotto eventually gave way into a rolling valley. The scent of small game lingered in the air. He shot a quick look to the prospective joiner and flashed her a small, tight smile.

"Okay," he fell to his rump and yawned. "You know what to do." From here on out, Reek's role was that of an observer and nothing more.