Lion Head Mesa (ap) pomegranate

One of the sharp-bodied strangers moved towards Reyes, and he scowled, moving back before they could get too close. The last thing he wanted was to be handled - especially by a stranger - given that he'd lose his cool. The only wolf he was comfortable with in that way was Teya, who could reach for him at any point and be reciprocated.

The other offered something called the wellspring. Immediately Reyes glared at Tamar, and for a moment she was a young red wolf with pleading eyes; Sayf became a haggard old man folded up on the floor. It was all in his head — this flash of recollection. Come and gone again.

No. I — there was something tragic about the golden girl. Reyes couldn't look at her any longer, or her companion, and turned towards the crowd to seek out Teya for the comfort she represented for him and his troubled mind. He saw berries first, and after sucking in a shaking breath he grabbed for them.

This is all I need. This and... The woman I came with. He chewed quickly, grabbed for more, and chewed these too. They burst with familiar flavor across his tongue. Still, Reyes couldn't look to them.

Teya. Have you seen her?