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

He had learned a lot in his time away. The wolves of Tortuga had a particular manner about them which, at least in part, Reyes had begun to emulate; some of the behaviors he did not particularly like, and it came out around certain individuals, which had prompted his return home. He could not shake it all yet - many of the instances he'd faced still clouded his mind, detracting from his full potential. It would be a while before the boy made sense of everything that had happened.

Are you okay? His mother asked, and he nodded.

Are you staying? The more important question; but he didn't expect her to ask that, not after he had worked to drape the scent of Rusalka across his body. A little smirk spread upon his face although there was no mirth to it.

I'd like to stay. I'd like to be a family again. And it seemed like everyone was finding their way back to Rusalka, even if it wasn't in the territory they deserved. Reyes still disliked the petrichor of the forest. Where is Nieve? He asks sharply, eager to seek out his remaining sister so he can begin to make amends - considering he'd left her here so abruptly, she deserved to know he was back.