Larksong Grotto We are thankful for our iron lung

Failed Hunt Roll: 1

The Seer had returned to the grotto from her divine mission that had carried her away, yet strangely, the co-alpha's presence within the territory did not weigh on Reek's mind as much as he thought it woud. In fact, he thought of it little -- if any -- at all. Something (read: someone) else had taken hold Reek's thoughts. Vuk. Everytime he closed his eyes, he saw her face. Most notably, her sad turquoise eyes shining in the light that reflected from the lake. They beckoned him back.

He found himself unable to sleep deeply. His thoughts had a way about them in that his mind constantly repeated their moment of passion by lakeside. If it were possible for a wolf to sweat, Reek would have woken from his slumber drenched to the core. Instead, Reek awoke with an anticipatory chill running down his spine. His eyes snapped open and his initial thought was of her and the dance they had shared days prior. Unable to shake the thought, Reek rose from his empty grotto and plodded down to the lakeside where he had seen her last.

She had not been seen she had departed from his side. Reek figured this a source of worry, but he tried to not look too deep into it. After unceremoniously rubbing the sleep from his eyes with a swipe from his forepaw, Reek made his way to the edge of lake, dipping himself in the cool water. Continuing forward until he was about chest deep, Reek stopped and remained perfectly still in the hopes he would catch a glimpse of a fast swimming fish.