Blacktail Deer Plateau A dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest.

He looked around at the limits before slinking across the border, keeping his eyes on the shadows in case they were to shift, to coalesce and become something dangerous. He saw threats everywhere - a touch too paranoid maybe, but it was a trait that served him well enough within Tortuga. It didn't stop his mother from sneaking up on him all the same, and while he did not immediately recognize her as she careened after him, he reacted defensively; curling his body and protecting his throat, spinal fur spiking. 

When she recognized him, he recognized her. It was like staring at a mirror; an older feminine version of himself staring back. There was a flicker of something in her eyes, but Reyes didn't look too long upon her face, and couldn't name what he saw brewing there. He looked away as if defeated by her very presence, and then she spoke his name - and he relaxed.

Mom. He called back to her softly, and with some care he crept towards her.