Ravensblood Forest I ran all night and day.

He did not have to look far.

Kingsley — the mountain, his face sneering despite the squint of one eye — came barrelling forth as if summoned from the ether, shoving himself to the rear of Reyes' hunched body to block him in. If this were a bar room brawl, he'd have Reyes pinned to a table or maybe wrench his arms behind his back, giving Eartha a few clear shots. She came for him with bared teeth and a tongue laced with venom. All he could do, initially, was cower.

He felt the pinch of Kingsley's grip upon him and that's when he saw red. It was happening again. He squirmed, kicked, snapped his teeth at the air towards the man, then towards the woman as she got closer, utterly losing his mind. Unable to watch them both at once, Reyes focused on the pressure at his flank and snarled at the beastly man, knowing full-well that he could do nothing against him - much less against them both - but he was reacting like a caged animal, which sent some of his sanity out the proverbial window.

No, no, no this wasn't happening again — he had been free! How the fuck did they find him? Where the fuck did they come from? No -- no, don't -- he managed, turning to flash his yellowed fangs towards Eartha finally, his entire body wrought with tension and straining against Kingsley's hold. Is he -- is he here too? Did you bring him? He practically frothed at the mouth as he spat those words, unable to name the man in question, not that it was necessary.