Reid changes course as soon as he hears the howl, whistling to the others to follow. They listen, at least that is something. He begrudges the need for sound, knowing it will help the hunters locate them, but it's too hard in the dark to simply use gestures. Despite his weariness, Reid runs on, grateful for once for his fear because it gives him access to energy he never knew he had.
To his frustration, his familiar tactic does him no good this time. It doesn't seem to matter which way he leads the kids, how much he alters direction. The howling behind him is always answered from directly ahead. From the volume, the hunter is closing in.
Reid remembers something that troubled him, something he thought of before he met the two poachers. About being herded. He has a flashback of Monica spi
