Rieve walked the rest of the way. About a mile. She was almost to the clearing when out of nowhere, she's pounced on. She squealed in shock. She looked up into reddish brown eyes and a charcoal grey face. "Well, look who has decided to come crawling back home." He froze as he breathed deep. He pulled back, repulsed. "And why do you not smell of my son? But of a foreign fox, no less." Inigo asked Rieve as he stepped off of her, suspicious.
Rieve stood up and shook off. She looked down and said, " I have found a beautiful place to live, where there are no territory wars, just peace." She avoided his questions.
Inigo looked at her hard. " lies! You are telling now. There is no such place. Where is my son, Castiel? What have you done to him!" He growled at her.