Redhawk Caldera Take what you can, give nothin' back.

Towhee was.. Squatting. It wasn't the usual manner in which a man of high standing would, well, stand, as they marked. It struck him as odd but he didn't think on it beyond that. It wasn't his business what someone else did with their body or how they utilized it for comfort's sake; he did think of a few eunuchs that he'd met while running with pirates, though.

He quickly turned his thoughts to other things: primarily the far-off look upon his friend's face. They were staring north, maybe to the band of trees on the horizon, maybe somewhere else. It was a nice view, all things considered. Towhee looked distracted by their thoughts and Reyes did not want to disturb them.

Walking over to another patch of ground, he sprinkled some pee there, and then rubbed against a young tree, feeling the branches needle through his coat. When he turned back to find Towhee still lost in thought, he chuffed.

See somethin'?