Larksong Grotto Let's play catch-up!

Emory had gotten a rare chance of roaming land without her brother by her side—it wasn't that she didn't want him there, but once joining a pack it was safe to say they'd always be in close proximity and wouldn't need to be side-by-side constantly as territories were much safer than the wild. She had been searching for her friend, @Reek, who she happened to come across by pure coincidence, which she still almost couldn't believe. This had to be a some sort dream.  It was even rarer for an opportunity like this to come up in her life than seeing her without Charley. It had only been a couple hours since she was accepted into...what was the packs name again? She hadn't been told yet, oh well. 

Her trot was light agaisnt the grotto's ground, following the scent of her, now, Alpha. The fae was hoping to uncover all that she had missed in the year or so of Reek's absence from her life, and soon enough she spotted the unkempt looking male in the distance. Her usual seductive facade was away for now, she didn't need it around him, he already knew most of her without the con. "Reek!" She barked, quickening her pace until closing whatever space lied between them. "I was hoping to speak with you," her eyes trailed over his body, discovering subtle differences here and there. He was now accompanied by multiple scars, and a torn ear, "if you have the time that is." She wasn't sure how often his leadership would consume the brute's time, and hoped it not the be too much. The biggest reason she even decided to take home here was to spend more time with him, and if that wasn't to happen her choice didn't seem very bright.