Redhawk Caldera Everybody knows the devil can't set foot in a church.

The sound woke him from a sprawling nap outside of the love-cave he'd been nesting in with Towhee, having tuckered himself out enough after a romp with her that Reyes couldn't quite make it back inside. At first he was confused, thinking it was part of a dream. He got to his feet and shook the snow from his shoulders, then peered towards the dark mouth of the cave.

Birdy— he started to call out to the Sovereign, but in his haste forgot that the woman was deaf. And he happened to spin so quickly that he walloped himself against a low-hanging tree branch which certainly hadn't been there before; the snow layered across it came fluttering down around him as pale particulate, and for a few seconds Reyes was dazed. He shook off the majority of the feeling but was left with a sense of vertigo not unlike his face-plant from a month or so ago; this time he kept all of his teeth so that was an improvement.

Reyes hastily ducked in to the cave but as his eyes adjusted he noticed an absence of his (lover? wife? meat wallet?) leader and about-faced. That was when he noticed the plume of brackish smoke rising from the horizon line and the reek of sulfur in the air. What the fuck is that? He called out when he spotted it, and stood slack-jawed and stupefied as the clouds gathered ominously beyond.