Larksong Grotto Living in a glass house

His prayers were chaotic, much like most of Reek's speech -- bouncing from topic to topic with little to parallel between the jumble of sub-sections and requests. There was just so much on Reek's mind to put together one cohesive train of thought. Of course, Reek was sure Raas would make sense of it all. He prayed for his friend Charley, who's heart had been hardened in a way that he would not see the truth— he prayed for his pack, for their safety and for prosperity in this time of famine— and lastly, he prayed for the strength to lead.

He would have prayed for more, but he found his moment of silent reflection interrupted by a light touch to his shoulder. Opening his eyes, Reek turned his head after hearing the soft voice of Vuk. He smiled. "Vuk," he said, returning her gesture of greeting with a nudge of his own.