Ravensblood Forest On the road again.

Many forests of the Teekon held a similar composition. The difference here lay in the peeling bark he could see, the red sap he could smell. If Reyes had thought to look up at these massive old growths he would have spotted tendrils of dried white and yellow clusters of sap, dried in the humidity of summer. 

The sound of something hard hitting the dirt caught in his ears instead, along with a strangled cry. He turned towards the sound and lunged a few steps to investigate, feeling a spike in his adrenaline. The red shock of his scruff began to spike.

He saw a plush silhouette in the dirt. Then, a set of eyes. Reyes breathed and tried to ease his own nerves before he approached, but he hadn't the intention to help her up.