Ravensblood Forest sweep up in the apothecary for a hot meal and some neosenephrin

The smell of sea-salt was something he could not identify with clarity, but it was there, settled like a veil between the trees when he awoke. It was sharper than the pervasive pine scent; the lucious spruce, making everything seem just a little bit alien to someone who had never encountered the ocean before. It was a long ways off, but the onset of some thin cloud-cover had brought a taste of it along.

Screech wasn't sure where he was upon waking but it was sequestered somewhere among the trees, in a hastily made dug-out filled with his body heat. Something had been applied to the right side of his face. He knew because he felt a tugging at the hairs there, dry and irritating, although the swelling had likely abated. He was lucky to not have a much worse fate than this - whatever this was.

With a grunt he rolled to his belly and unfurled from the tight twist he'd somehow put his body into; exhaustion had abated, but he was still nervous and  utterly lost. The boy had forgotten about Constantine and the strange woman, @Durnehviir who had found him. Sleep ensnared his senses for now and he was groggy, staring out of his small haven at the misty morning just as a light rain began to fall.