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

It didn't strike him until after Towhee turned and bypassed him that, hey, maybe the deaf guy didn't respond because, gasp, he didn't hear. Go figure. Reyes was a bit annoyed at being ignored at first. When the realization hit him he simmered a little, then gave up the feeling entirely. It wasn't something done maliciously.

Towhee moved on, squatting further along the path. Reyes backtracked to where he could see down in to the neighbouring valley and the trees that had garnered his Captain's attention, wondering if there was something wrong. He didn't see anything moving out there - but this spot wasn't the best crow's nest either.

The caldera seemed like a well fortified area to lay claim to regardless of what may linger in the foothills. Reyes shrugged to himself, then moseyed to where he'd last seen Towhee, sniffing at the dirt to check the strength of the surroundings for a new place to mark. It was all very well layered - enough so his eyes watered a little.

A job well done, he'd admit.