Larksong Grotto ...And further still.

Gonna have to be vague about some things since I have no clue whats going on with my Wildfire/Gavriel thread

Surprisingly, the sharpest of Reek's hunger-pains subsided after a few days without sustenance. In their wake, however, Reek was left with a dull ache in the bottom of his gut -- an empty feeling that refused to go away, pronounced further by the hungry rumbling that his body levied in protest. He needed to eat, and he needed to eat now. The territory, having been reduced to nothing more than a wasteland with a pretty lake, was no longer viable for hunting. Some small game remained, but it was hardly enough to sustain even one wolf, let alone an entire pack. Reek was at a loss, but still, he peeled through the territory in search of a proper meal.

Hours into his search, he found nothing.

Reek bit his lip in a hopeful manner as he turned his head to scan the territory. Strewn across the ground were the bodies left behind by the plague that had up and went. For a moment, Reek contemplated his situation before bending over to take the remains of a locust in his jaws. He bit down and the locust snapped with a dry crunch. The taste was foul and Reek tried his best not to gag. His face contorted in with displeasure. Eventually, he got his terrible morsel down -- however, he was hard pressed to try again. Not until he had to.

If only Tavi could see him now: begrudgingly living up to his nickname, Reek the Bug-Muncher.

Just as he was about to continue his search for a real meal, a howl at the border caught Reek's attention. Lips still smacking from his foul prize, he made his way towards the source to intercept whoever it was knocking on their door.