Ravensblood Forest I ran all night and day.

Everything came to a screeching halt when the deep-voiced command sounded through the trees; at first, he didn't think it was real, that voice. The way it snarled around a name he'd only briefly assumed, launching it at him like an armed grenade. He flinched away from the sound of it at first, not knowing exactly where it came from - or who might be there waiting for him, only that no, they cannot be here. The charging body came next, flashing red to brown to gold to black so quickly as the slanting light caught upon a fulvous coat.

You mutinous little bastard, wormed that voice from every direction as the body barrelled straight for him. There wasn't time to escape whoever came for him, and so he was forced in to a defensive - submissive - crescent that lasted a breath, maybe two. Reyes should have tried to run, he knew that. Objectively, he knew that a moving target would be harder for the crew to corral, but he was locked in place firstly by shock, but chiefly by a trauma-fueled fear that overruled every semblance of logic he might have held.

So, she came for him. All teeth, trying to close the distance and wind their way through the forest before he could control that same fear and find a different answer to it. Fight, flight, freeze — alas, Reyes wasn't going anywhere, so if and when the raging woman reached his position, she would easily bowl him over in to the dirt. All he could do was snarl in return and briefly stare, wild-eyed, in search of the others -- for these wolves never acted alone.