is love too strong a god?

Shit. The Nereides Culture was something that would take time to adjust to for the rogue. In his time on the road, the young wolf had grown accustomed to an egalitarian lifestyle and doing what he wanted... when he wanted. But, circumstances change and winter came quick, the road was no longer a viable option. Upon arrival, the matriarchal structure of the pack was made perfectly clear, and that Reek was only a drudge... waiting to be broken in. His purpose was to serve, nothing else. The pack had been kind enough to let him in when he needed it, the least he could do is adopt the culture without complaint or question.

The Siren Queen's growl still caught the male by surprise causing him to jump a bit. To Reek, he was simply addressing a dear friend, but he quickly realized his error when the coywolf cut him off. "My apologies Wynter," Reek corrected with his head hung low, quickly making a glance at the coywolf beside him. "It seems in my time on the road, I've forgotten my manners." The rogue let a small smile slip from his mouth in the direction of the agouti. "And yes, it did hurt."