sound of a gun

The drag was awkward at best. Movement was slow and the work was hard, but Reek was chomping at the bit to prove his worth to his pack. Every step was torture. With every lurch forward the pain in Reek's knees increased exponentially, but the trio sledged on with their destination in sight.

Reek knew little about the Dark Brotherhood, little about the reasons for war, little about the packmates beside him, but Reek wasn't the type to ask questions in this sort of situation. When tensions are high... follow the leader.

Both wolves let go of their ends of the seal, causing Reek's knees to buckle and him to fall forward, loosing his end. Face met snow in a wet thud. Shit happens. He shook it off, but didn't bother to get up. Instead he remained collapsed into the snow due to exhaustion. Wynter's look may have been sympathetic, but Reek knew not to expect the same from the Siren Queen.