Quinn hadn't been around this many people at once in his entire life. It was quickly starting to become overwhelming for him to handle. He wasn't sure if it was just the sheer number of them or the vibe that he got from them as a whole. As he knew from the start he wasn't one of them but there felt to be something more to it.

Quinn found himself wandering off into the woods, past all the tents and people, to get some time to himself. He felt like he needed fresh air, which was odd to say because the entire event was outside, pulling at his sleeves. Quinn knew what it was. Party drugs were being passed around like candy. Quinn had been doing so good to stay away. He couldn't have another relapse now. Not here. He was sure if that happened, he would be walking home, but there wouldn't be a home to go to. Brandon would surely dump his ass and never look back.

Quinn got so lost in his thoughts. He didn't pay attention to how far he was walking out in the woods. The sudden sound of nothing around him jerked him back to reality and he saw nothing but trees as he turned in a circle.

"Fucking great." He cursed to himself. He tensed up as he heard a branch snap near him. Suddenly, he wondered if these were the types of woods that had bears in them.

A few more snaps, noticing they were making a spiral around him, growing closer.

"Okay. Fuck off." He called out. No bear would be purposely snapping twigs to scare him. It had to be someone. Someone had to follow him out here. It was then that snapping turned into a pater, a heavy pater charging towards him.

These woods didn't have bears. They had wolves. Huge fucking wolves and one was coming right for him. Quinn's mind chose flight over fight as he started to run. He didn't know if he was running back toward the event or deeper into the vast array of trees.  

As for what direction he was going, it didn't last long before he lost his footing and fell forward, catching himself just before he ate the dirt. The sound of a low growl overcame his ears as he turned over to have the wolf right on him. Quinn froze in place as the two of them locked eyes, tensing up as he braced himself for the worst. He closed his eyes out of fear. Then he felt the coolness of a wet nose near his face, followed by hot air as the wolf sniffed him, peeking out of one eye to find the wolf just staring at him before he fell back.

Quinn didn't know what to think. Why would the wolf chase him? Just to stop once he had him? Quinn watched in fear as the wolf seemed to motion with his head to the left as if to give him directions back. He sat there for a moment longer before he got up from the ground. Unsure if he should run again or walk.
 
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Crash found pleasure in the puzzlement he put on Quinn's face for the rest of the day. He knew that Quinn was racking his brain as to how he was able to hear two remarks from under his breath. One of those was in the middle of a bond fire party with his back turned to him.

"Why do you keep fucking with him?" Asked Brandon as he dropped his plate of food down on the table next to Crash, the top of his hamburger bun falling off.

"It's fun." Replied Crash with his mouth full, "Plus, he started it." Washing it down with his beer, "Has he asked you?"

"No, but he wants to, I'm sure." Brandon shook his head, "He's just a kid trying to find his way. So lay off him."

"Maybe." Shrugged Crash, "It would be a lot easier for me to stop if he wasn't here, to begin with." Crash stood up, picking up his empty plate, "I have a meeting to get to. Tell him if he has a problem with me, then he can come to me himself."

Crash and Brandon have known each other for years, so Brandon was one of the very few here who could get away with asking him to back off. If it was anyone else he would take offense to such a request. Second in command wasn't a title that took orders from anyone. They were the ones who gave the orders.