Blacktail Deer Plateau I am no upstart demon, scrabbling in the dirt of the soul.

He's burdened by the loss of their home, the howling of the wind and the crashing of the waves reverberating inside of his ears, inside of the core of his being, even after they've made it safely inland. He followed as best he could; lagging behind to make sure the others were keeping pace, as was his tradition, and then when they arrived Reyes dropped to the dirt and he slept. His dreams were blue and storming, and when he woke up he had been moved - perhaps by @Erzulie - somewhere safe and warm. 

Reyes kicks himself awake and rolls from his side to his belly, his momentum carrying him up, and he looks wearily around himself for other signs of life. His belly groans but he ignores it. He feels pressure on his bladder, and half-rises, but then ignores that too, choosing instead to stare at the forest that surrounds him. Had they returned to the Sound already? Where is @Marisol and @Nieve and the rest..? Where is his mother, has she resurfaced too? But he remembers, as the sleep fully drifts from him, that she was gone before the chaos started.

The boy chuffs to himself, then looses a boyish summons to whoever did survive: his shrieking howl rises around him in the woods but does not penetrate beyond.