Broken Antler Fen Nothing compares to when the smoke settles and you're the last [m]an standing.

He wanted to be alone. To rage among the trees until he was too emotionally and physically drained to fight anything; it would make him safe to be around, he thought. It was Teya who refused to leave him be. She drew his attention and then, slipping backwards, tried to tame the rage inside of him by leading him away from the ruination of the glen.

The man paced for a few more steps, unsure if he should bother going after her. The sight of her slim body racing between the trees sparked some kind of reaction - perhaps pairing the instinct to hunt with the anger he felt at everything - and before Reyes could help himself, he was tearing across the fen after her.

She was quick. She knew the paths better than he did, was more attentive to places that were solid; he was too agitated to focus on any proper route and that created a safe distance between them. It felt good to have the wind in his face.