Once he was free, Reaper's wings snapped out to catch the air, allowing himself to take flight. He was half-minded to just leave 76 to deal with the walking house, but there was something familiar with it.

He circled over head, then dipped down to note the lit up skulls that hung from the roof. The house was old, but more importantly it was walking around on a pair of legs resembling that of an owl. That was... definitely his house. He had been looking for it on and off, but yeah, he could identify immediately that his essence and it were tied together.

The house was taking off, thundering off through the brush where it had come. Fleeing. Of course it was.

Reaper dipped down, giving chase on silent wings. "Keep up, goat."