Redhawk Caldera Creature, hold your tongue.

Reyes wasn't interested in this line of conversation anymore, and thinking about names had led him down the inevitable path back to the wolves of the coast, which made his chest hurt. He did what came naturally: he ignored everything except what was right in front of him. The rabbit haunch was soon picked clean.

Towhee probed for some information but by the tone of her voice Reyes presumed she wasn't serious; he wouldn't be able to explain anything about them until his speech issues had resolved themselves anyway. Without knowing how to fix it all himself he gave a non-commital shrug, the sound of splintering leg bones coming soon after.

He shuffled in the snow a little, making a show of investigating the remains of the rabbit until he was bored of that; there wasn't much left to munch on. To try and lighten the mood Reyes grabbed the remaining furry foot and tossed it at Towhee, watching it boop her snoot.