Blackfeather Woods and what price will you pay?

It was the scent of wolves that drew him close but not too close; reminded of how he had been chased from the Caldera, Reyes did not want to put himself at risk for further damage. 

His shoulder hurt. He'd tried to treat it but the best he could do was coat it in mud and let that dry to a protective barrier. It was hard to reach — his skin burned, and soon enough the tear to his shoulder was sporting an infection he couldn't do anything about.

He sank to his haunches beneath a plethora of dark trees. The young man's head was swimming; he sought clarity from himself in this trying moment, yet all he could think of was Towhee, was Phox, was Niamh, was — the family he thought he'd found, only to lose.

@Rowan