Redsand Canyon They're throwing bottles at your house.

Revui's scent was here - why here, in this ugly ass red desert? Sunhawk squinted against the glare of sun and sand, detecting moments later a trace of a roving prey band. 

Ah. Food. That made a bit more sense. Sunhawk had the impression Revui was a fellow that liked his grub. 

He followed after the footsteps in the sand, breaking into a trot only as Revui's unmistakably huge form came into view. Standing next to the mountain, Sunhawk was a shrimp - a grinning, idiot shrimp as he spoke up. There ya are, pardner!! Fine day for a hunt, I dare declare. The rhyme was nonsensical and made Sunhawk grin. Said grin downright evaporated as the oblivious git caught sight of the venomous looking woman not so far behind. Hey, uh.. Now I don't want to be raisin' no hairs, but are you aware there's a viper over yon following you? Sunhawk peered around Revui's Goliath form nervously, liking Nemisis' vibes just about as much as you would like the feeling of a very hairy spider crawling across your hand in a cookie jar.