Ravensblood Forest Hunter Down

The adrenaline of the hunt had long left him, and the boy was tired. He mumbled his assent at his aunt's pressing, and was almost asleep — in fact, he even had started to snooze, and then his father spoke of a trip.

A wha...? He tried to open his eyes, but found them quite heavy. Lorelai had finished wrapping his head in cobwebs, and he hated the feeling. He knew better than to mess with it, so instead the boy got clumsily to his paws. What's happening?