is love too strong a god?

The joke fell flat, but Reek didn't expect much in terms of a response from the coywolf. Although any response was better than the previous night. Then, the coywolf looked as if she was going to rip the trachea right out of Reek's neck, so seeing her at ease was a relief to the raggedy wolf.

Have you eaten? Reek had not. The pangs of hunger pricked at his stomach and it let out a small growl as if to answer. "I haven't, but I'm fine," Reek explained. "The woods will provide."

But the woods do not, the woods have not, and the woods will not. It had been a difficult winter for the bastard. Being a survivalist only went so far when the world began to decay around Reek. The frost took the plants, the plants took the game, and all work and no game makes Reek a thin boy. "Though if you're offering... I wouldn't refuse."