Phoenix Maplewood the healing of nations

Glad to have you back Java!

He knew nothing of her own internal struggle, nor the loyalty to her pack in which she currently resided that pulled against his offer. However, despite all this, the stranger's answer was clear as day. She nodded, accepting the offer and thus cementing the grotto and its wolves into the path of the divine and into the Daystar's light. He knew no more than what the stranger had told him about Daystar and his might, but for the first time since Reek had initially fallen apart, he felt as if the path to peace -- to reconstruction -- had been layed before him.

With a sniffle, Reek pulled his head away from Hosannah's embrace. A thin, broken smile played across his face. "Thank you," he whispered: voice still hoarse with emotion. This stranger, she must have been sent specifically to save him— his own gaurdian angel to set him on a righteous path. Soon after, Reek realized he didn't even know her name. And so he inquired. "My— my uh, name's Reek. What should I call you?" He asked. Surely, gaurdian angel wouldn't suffice.

After a quick beat, Reek made a slow motion in the direction of the grotto and readied himself to lead the stranger home.