Golden Glade Let's not Shit Ourselves

Soon, his wolves came clamoring to the sound of Reek's call. First came Moonbrook. As usual, Reek found her excitement to be easily infectious. With the bone wedged between Reek's teeth, his wide smile mirrored hers. Then came Silas who's affection was much more hard fought. He seemed wary and unsure as to what was going on. Reek, wishing to keep the mood light and fun, figured he would show the boy through his actions. He dropped his front end to the ground and bowed his back in an animated play-bow. A good natured growl rumbled playfully in his throat.

Jhala, when she arrived shortly after, needed no prompting to kick off the game. Reek watched, biding his time until she lunged for the prize he held in his jaws -- his small son gave chase right behind -- and when she did, he skittered backward as if he were playing a game of keep-away.

It was all in good fun. Which after all that had happened in the past month or so, some fun was more than welcome. Tambourine however, straggling in the background, finally found his voice, and he seemed to be disinterested in the game at hand. Reek's smile fell flat. He dropped the bone, offering it to Tapat (or whoever it fell closest to). Then, he turned his gaze to Tambourine. "No -- no, that's fine," said Reek. "That's a perfectly valid question." This was something he would have to address sometime, and now was as good as any.

"With the storm, we had to make some tought choices for the good of the family," he explained. "For all of us. I mean -- your toes were falling off Tam. We had to find somewhere suitable, and we had to find it fast." Reek bit his lip and looked around with the hope that he would see supportive faces. He did it all for them.