Larksong Grotto bag of bones

Terich nodded yet again at Reek's introduction and listened carefully to the rules they were to abide by: treat pack like family. He could do that. At the mention of them sharing Reek's densite, one ear flicked forward briefly before resuming its backward position. It worried him that they'd be around the alpha so soon, but there was nothing quite like pressure to make the act believable. Thank you, Reek. I vow to repay you with my loyalty. Whatever it is you need, I will do my best to see it done. Terich turned to watch as Vuk stood, nearly stumbling, and gathered Seff in her mouth. He stepped closer to her, to lend his shoulder if needed, and was ready to leave when someone new erupted onto the scene.

Jhala. He hadn't known where she went, but it seemed she was hale and hearty here. Terich allowed her a soft smile, and nodded his head toward her. Jhala, it is good to see you again. He hoped she wouldn't ask about the ridge or its other inhabitants. As far as he was concerned, they were all gone. Perhaps not all of them (clearly there were three present), but the others? Capri and Taggarik? They were gone. It will be nice to have a familiar face here. He turned toward Reek. We were part of the same pack at Porcupine Ridge. Jhala left before it fell apart, before we were mates. His blue eyes turned toward Jhala, wondering what she'd make of that. He glanced at Vuk and nudged her cheek softly before looking back at his new pack. If you don't mind, could we continue this once Vuk and Seff are settled? She is exhausted. He was, too, but that didn't matter as much to him as Vuk's comfort and well-being.