Larksong Grotto There's Always Bad News To Go With The Good

Typically, when two strange wolves showed up to the borders of the grotto, they sought a home, a full stomach, and sometimes a bit of companionship. Reek had little room to spare among his wolves -- especially in this time of famine, but would hear their piece (even though he knew he would have to turn them away empty pawed). However, his assumption was immediatly proven wrong as the elderly looking wolf opened her mouth to speak. She was blunt in her verbal approach and spared Reek the usual pleasantries. These two wolves, they were here to bring news.

A name was uttered and Reek felt his chest clench. He froze in place -- his jaw went slack. Octavia. While she had never gone by her full name with him around, Reek knew exactly who the elder referred to. His mouth moved and on his lips was a noiseless word, Tavi -- his Tavi.

For a moment, Reek could only sputter as a medley of emotions washed over him. First, he was elated -- Tavi was safe and she had bore him a son. A surviving son. But, sadness soon wormed its way into the cracks in Reek's broken heart. His smile broke into a sorrowful grin and bittersweet tears began to pool in the corners of Reek's eyes. A single warm and wet straggler ran down Reek's cheek. "A son—" he choked out. "I have a son." 

For a while, he let his declaration linger -- as he was physically unable to speak further. But soon, Reek found his voice once more. "Are— are they happy?" He asked, hoping the woman had found what she was looking for -- what Reek had been unable to give her: happiness.