The ones like you who change what's real. Anon waves his hand, fingers posed like he's holding wand. There are stars visible in his palms, like his brother's eyes. The strangers cannot hurt you. They are weak. Ants. Mistakes. Annoyances. A minor infection.

And then somebody laughs, like they just heard a bad joke. It's the laugh of someone who saw another person fall down a short flight of stairs. Except it sounds exactly like Zachary Zheng, who's never laughed like that in his life. Anon freezes, and then turns to face the laughter. The silhouette of the entity standing in front of the boys grows, and becomes more incomprehensible. They know in their hearts it must have taken effort for him to appear so small, and so human. He growls like a dog (or a wolf?) as he stares out into the darkness behind him. It rumbles in their chests, both terrifying and comforting. Dangerous not towards them, but for them.

Go home. They're repulsed by the forest. Go sleep. They're tired. You're safe. They're reassured..? Regardless, they know it's time to leave.