Ailwin Ryann |PF| *Still slightly panicked about the damn scent he'd picked up, he swore he smelled it everywhere he went now. Was he being followed? Not out of the realm of possibility. Dammit to hell, he wished he could contact his siblings, make sure they were okay. At least put them on the alert, something. An idea hits him, and he drags his beat up cell phone out of his pocket. Scrolling down, he laughed. Damn, he still had that asshole's number. Hitting "connect", he waited as it rang and rang before going to voicemail*