Larksong Grotto Living in a glass house

As Vuk returned his affections, Reek remained blissfully unaware of her own inner turmoil. She had chosen him over Terich, he thought. He had seen little of him around territory and typically it was only in pass, the choice they had both made was one that Reek believed to be clear. Their broken souls reached out and became one -- and for the first time since Reek's initial heartbreak in the maplewood, he felt whole. She was his. Her family was his family; her boy, his boy.

Together they fell silent, but it was a beautiful thing -- devoid of discomfort. Unlike most wolves, he did feel the need to fill the air with background noise with Vuk. With her, he could be comfortable in his own skin. Instead of speaking, Reek filled the space with affection as he carefully preened the flyaway fur on her neck.

Soon, the tether keeping them tied fell slack enough for Reek to withdraw. And so he did, yet he remained at her side, content with her company.