Redhawk Caldera in a chaise and four to see the place,

more came, and aaron was absolutely appalled. "did you call them?" he said accusingly to the first one, scowling. a grayish one plopped himself down next to his brother, and stared wide-eyed up at him. "what?" aaron questioned, "eat, or leave, i have nothing more to offer you lot." his gaze fell back onto the dark gray child, sucking in more air. this was ridiculous, why were there so many in this horrid winter weather? how had they all managed to survive? "you should be dead, you are all a miracle of nature-- and not one of the better ones. what in christ's name have they fed you?"