Why was there so much screaming in the north? Sachiel was rooted to the spot, his mismatched gaze sweeping through the trees as he struggled to locate the origin of the screaming. Maybe venturing away from the vale hadn’t been such a good idea after all… something was lurking in the woods and the boy was not keen on finding out what was behind the scream. Was it that cat, back to finish the job? The tip of his tail had just finished healing, scars hidden behind a fresh layer of fur. He wasn’t ready to add more injuries to the collection. Not now, not ever.

A familiar voice captured his attention, causing him to stumble forward as he was realized from his daze. Somehow, in his wandering, he had found his way back to the amber-eyed Archer. A sigh of relief escaped him, but it was short lived. Diego had not made the sound—there was no way a wolf could make something so terrifying.

“D?” He called out, his voice small as it rang through the trees.