Redhawk Caldera There are no pan-asian supermarkets down in hell

Whip ran until his spindly, scabbing legs were screaming for him to stop. A sharp pain flared in his chest, knife-like in its sudden quality, yet he continued to sprint toward his brother despite his body's misgivings. Like the rest of his body, Whip's mind raced too. His thoughts were a blur and he found himself unable to collect them. With his mind effectively turned to mush by sheer terror, Whip was driven only by the instinctual desire to not be alone. 

For a monster had come to the caldera -- and Whip wouldn't be caught dead alone in the dark, lest he end up dead himself.

When Whip finally came upon his brother, he skidded to a clumsy, stumbling halt. He looked to Gannet, wild eyes wide with uncharacteristic fright. He's back, Whip mouthed silently as he struggled to regain the breath that he had lost in his flight. When he finally found his voice, he spoke only one word -- the only word necessary. "Ferret."