Somewhere in between packing and trying to make sure they didn't leave anything, their son had taken it upon himself to remain entertained. Her husband was out, searching for some motorized airplane Gabriel insisted they couldn't leave without. Iris knew he'd lost it in the trees on their second day at the cabin, but her husband insisted on searching while she loaded up the car.
"Gabriel?" She dropped her bag, the last thing that needed to go into the car. Unused groceries tumbled down the front steps of the porch as Iris hurried down to the sight of her son on the floor, sobbing and shrieking as he clutched his bleeding arm. "Get away f- Get the fuck away from my son!" Iris snapped, shoving at the camper and grabbing the sobbing child by his shirtfront, tugging him up to hold against her chest. She staggered back when the camper continued forward, groaning loudly and swiping viscously, his fingertips snagging on Iris' sweater. She stumbled as she tore open the back door of their car, climbing in and slamming the door shut on his hand. Her face contorted as he growled and snapped his teeth, scraping at the side of the car with the remnant of his hand. "It's okay, baby, you're going to be okay." Iris shifted further away from the window, forcing herself to attend to Gabriel's wound. She reached into the trunk to search for the first aid kit, cleaning it and bandaging the injury before covering the boy's eyes, shifting anxiously as the camper continued to growl at them. She shifted and strained, her fingertips scraping against the steering wheel before she managed to grind her knuckles against the steering wheel, hoping the steady sound of the horn was enough to scare the camper away.