Herbalists' Cache i'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in.

Frost's eyes were closed when the third stranger joined them, but they snapped open when he heard the snarl and the rush of air that warned of incoming violence. The spark of adrenaline that came with his fight or flight instinct was enough to send him scrambling out of the way with a yelp. Straight ahead was the woman, and above--everywhere--were the two males. Frost's frantic eyes seized on an opening between the bodies and he darted away to escape getting tangled in the altercation that had begun.

He didn't get far. He was too weak for that. He perhaps made it only a few yards before a whim seized him. In the next moment, he felt the sting of pine needles and branches snapping against his fur as he drove into the lower branches of one of the forest's pines. He struggled into the tree's embrace until he was tucked against its trunk, brown and green arms canopied all around him. He huddled there, shivering and trying to settle his fear and bewilderment, ears trained to listen to what was happening just outside.