Broken Antler Fen Sure sign I'm on the mend. I'm already back playing the old traitor's game.

Returning from the hunt, Reyes felt oddly invigorated despite the amount of energy he had burned in the process. He was wild-coated and muddy from all the work, and somewhat tired, but it was a good tired. It had been a long while since Reyes had felt a part of something and the hunt with the stranger (and with Teya there watching him) had filled a hole he hadn't known existed.

He had not taken part in eating any portion of the carcass after; lacking an appetite, finding the taste of the water to be enough to turn his stomach and the sight of blood mixed with the dirt, too familiar. He had been eager to return home - and was surprised at that, too. That Brecheliant could become home so quickly.

A lot was changing for Reyes; as he trudged back across the borders, he took a deep breath and felt something inside himself begin to settle.