Redhawk Caldera And a voice, with the fear of a child, answers.

Reyes did not know how he'd ended up on the ground. He didn't know where the rushing wind had gone either. It had been in his ears, pulsing over his body, and then there was nothing. He couldn't really remember what he had been doing prior to finding himself in the snow until Towhee came prancing back over to him.

He lifted his head from the snow and blinked, except he hadn't opened his eyes yet. He swallowed a sour taste in his mouth and winced upon feeling a sharp pain in his throat. There was some gravel ground in to his chin. When he finally blinked Reyes could watch as Towhee got closer. 

The boy coughed. He worked his tongue along the back of his teeth and then finally opened his eyes, an expression of surprise passed across his features and then he turned and neatly spat some teeth in to the snow. A lovely glob of red splattered in the snow and made it melt away.

Sleep says no, he mumbles nonsensically. Didn't dig them birds, heh. A smirk spread across his face then. Reyes had no idea that he was saying anything weird, and seemed otherwise intact after slipping on the ice.