Phantom Hollow It's not just where you lay your head

He knew that scent. It made his skin crawl when he'd found it, but his feet made quick work of the terrain as he swept after it. The sight of golden fur made him immediately livid — a narrow golden body layered with mud and smelling like pond scum. There was the faint Redhawk smell too, but it couldn't have been Niamh. Reyes had done more damage than he knew to his aunt but he did not anticipate her to be here, so far from her home and her seat of power.

When he approached he wasn't subtle about it. His shoulder twinged when he put too much weight on the affected leg, so eventually he'd have to slow down. Hopefully they wouldn't notice him before he got close enough to take a real gander at whoever it was — not that Reyes had any idea of what to do if he confronted them. From the signs of things, this wolf hadn't been at the caldera in a while.

By the time he was closer he knew they were not a threat to him. It was the medicine-obsessed girl from before, the one who had talked about sparring with you-know-who.

Didn't expect to see you here, he called out to her, his voice taking on a gruff sound (which was becoming the norm). Did Niamh kick your ass after all?