Phantom Hollow silverkiss

He lacked the ferocity to hunt at the moment. As agitated as Reyes felt, even hours later, he still did not have the focus to do much beyond wander within the pinewood forest. The eaves trembled at his passing; a brisk wind cutting through them brought a new scent to his attention.

Like Meerkat, it came from the wrong direction - but it came from the south, which was still closer to the caldera. Enough to cause him to meander after it. 

As Reyes crept through the fog he had to wonder if any of his children cared for his dismissal; were they compliant to the demands of their mother? Did they hate him for his actions? Better yet - was Caracal alright?