Larksong Grotto bag of bones

Having both offered their names (and the name of their newborn child), Reek felt it time to introduce himself proper. After responding to their gesture's of gratitude with a nod, Reek gestured to himself, muttering, "Reek." The derogatory sting it once carried had long faded away -- after so much time, it was just another word: meaningless in its utterance as most names were. He turned his head to regard the grotto, who's name did (once) have meaning in a literal sense) behind him: once a beautiful stretch of rugged green, was now a rocky, dusty, wasteland. "This is the Larksong Grotto... its namesake however, has flown the coop after the swarm." The trees, having been stripped bare, no longer carried to the music of tittering songbirds. With that, Reek felt the grotto had lost something special.

"The only law here is to treat the wolves within this pack like your own family -- like flesh and blood -- and I promise, they will do the same," he replied. A proper pack, he felt, was held together by a sense of mutual respect. However, Reek found himself infringing on this right to respect more often than naught, thus resulting in Tavi's departure, taking their unborn litter with her. Nevertheless, it pushed Reek to change.  

"Come," he said. "You can both take shelter in my own personal cave." It was the safest place in the grotto for a newborn baby, and it was where he had intended for Tavi to welcome their own litter to the grotto. He turned his gaze back to Vuk and the child nursing at her teet. "You can nurse there in comfort." She would be undisturbed, as the rest of the pack wasn't allowed inside the grotto except during times of emergency. Patiently, Reek waited for them to gather their family so he could lead them home.