Seeing familiar faces in this Hell was bitter-sweet. He wanted nothing more than to see the ones he cared about, but not here. Not in such a dangerous place where they could die at any moment. He would much rather them be back in Beacon Hills, far away from here. At least then they’d be safe —— Well, safer.
So when he sees Malia wandering about, a part of him aches. He knows she’s strong and can fend for herself, but without her abilities as a Werecoyote, he couldn’t be sure just how safe she really was.
❝ —— Malia, hey! ❞
The only thing she could remember was living in the woods and somehow, she just arrived here. So far, she thought this place was the most terrible thing ever. She couldn't find places on her own by using her powers, she couldn't turn into a coyote, and she couldn't use her powers. At all.
Which, only made Malia all the more irritated about such a thing. Although, walking around did keep her calm for such a short time. Suddenly, hearing a voice, she glanced over her shoulder and instantly became freaked out. She knew nobody, yet someone already called out for her. Keeping a small distance, she looked at him confusedly.
"Who are you and how do you know my name?"
