Bursting out as if from the mist, Jakob ran towards the group, his hair dishevelled, looking pretty much like a madman. He made a circle around all of them, and finally came to a stop, keeping one hand on his chest.
"I... forest... pack of wolves... sorry...'m late" he spat out as he was panting for breath. He wasn't exactly what one would call a lucky person, however he wasn't going to mention how he had stopped on his way to pick up two lovely blonde hitchikers, who had then stolen his broom and left him roaming the forests on his own.
"What did I miss?" he finally came to breath, leaning on the persons closest to him.