Redhawk Caldera wake the devil

Reyes punched at the snow as he made his way along, figuring that there was no use in being stealthy now that his prey had vanished in to the endless white. Belligerent was one word for it; he hated to lose, but chief among his current feelings was the ever-present hunger that winter forced upon them all. He was a right bastard when he wasn't fed.

When he finally stopped his trudging and has cooled off a little bit, Reyes felt his breath hitch in his lungs. The eerie, melancholic note of a stranger's voice permeated the otherwise quiet day - and it wasn't far. He huffed to himself a reminder to man up and not be so easily spooked, and moved to intercept.

Of course he was not alone.

As Reyes came upon the sorrow-stricken Meerkat, so did Niamh. The smell of his aunt's wound was pungent and made Reyes want to snap something unkind her way; but his voice failed him when he looked at Meerkat.

Hey, what... What's up? You don't look so good. An understatement. Reyes did not intend to be unkind in that moment but he wasn't sure what to do, and looked to Niamh for a moment, as if expecting guidance from her. He shot her a look that openly read: what the fuck?