Larksong Grotto bag of bones

Makes happy pterodactyl screeches

Resources were at an all-time low. Reek's last proper meal had been from the cache, long before the swarm -- now, he took to eating the locusts that littered the ground to survive. He could hardly provided for himself, let alone his pack. The never-ending grip of worry refused to relent in its tight grasp. It was a frustrating thing, this punishment levied against him by the Gods themselves, who's existence Reek had once denied. His misery and the irony of the situation must have tickled them absolutely pink, he felt. Perhaps if he had gone through with drowning himself in the lake, ending his pitiful life as he had intended to, the cosmic assholes in the sky would have been satisfied and left the world untouched from their wrath. 

For some reason, beyond even Reek's understanding or comprehension, he carried on with a will to survive. Each breath; a loud and defiant fuck you to the universe itself. With all the strength he had, Reek would persevere. He was no stranger to starvation... it had just been so long. He would adapt -- by now, even the taste of the fallen locusts was becoming more bearable. The crunch they made between his teeth no longer brought a sickening feeling to his stomach.

He scrounged up all the bugs he could from the dust: a meager meal, but it was something. He had to bury the rest -- hiding his stash of locusts away from the rest of the pack in a private cache -- after his lunch was inturrepted by a howl from the border. With his lunch hidden away, Reek set his bony legs to moving as he traveled in the direction of the howl.

Without the energy to approach with any modicum of aggression, Reek walked toward the two wolves on his borders with his tail barely raised in dominance. In this time of famine, it was best to conserve all the energy he could. His eyes first fell on Terich-mir -- an able bodied fellow, however, he did show the signs of hunger. Reek's eyes trailed downward to the wolf resting at his feet— a woman who's eyes told the story of sadness and loss. Though he had never seen the woman before in his life, Reek felt a kindred bond with the woman below. Her child remained hidden from view.

He lifted a brow, inviting one of the wolves before him to speak.