Blackfeather Woods and what price will you pay?

The stranger came upon him quickly, as if they knew the forest. Maybe they did; the myriad of wolf scents in the area told Reyes to be cautious, while his brain turned in to a slow-brewing slurry from the growing illness in his skin.

He looked around for the stranger's face, seeing a remarkable similarity in their bone structure and those of his siblings — but Reyes could not know who this stranger was. Only that they offered help. He nods slowly, feeling tension in his neck that roots itself all the way down to his shoulder.

Got in a fight, he explains. Who're you?