Redhawk Caldera Hungry eyes

Digging with one leg was difficult. There was nothing wrong with his other forelimb so Reyes tried to hasten the experience along, however the tear to his shoulder was a more extensive injury than he thought, and so he had to be slower than he'd have liked. The cache gradually unearthed beneath his effort and by the time he was gathering what he could from the top layer of buried supplies, Phox had caught up to him.

The other man was bristling and baring his teeth; Reyes did not even have to look to know this, because the expression distorted the words that came from the Regent's mouth. The threat was clear regardless of that aspect. Reyes doubted there would be time to explain his side of the story — he was still seeped in adrenaline so anything he said next could be misconstrued as under duress.

Oh, great, you. Reyes called out, his voice rebounding from the depression in the dirt to amplify back at himself. He had to hurry; there wasn't much time to gather what he'd need to help his shoulder and Reyes wasn't in the mood for another brawl. I was defendin' myself. As if that mattered now. The sound of his blunted claws scraping at the dirt made his skin crawl, but he hurried.