Redhawk Caldera dance to the beat of your heart

The child was struck by a wave of dizziness, a kind of yawning sensation that hazed the world away, and for a moment all that he could see was shadows of varying consistency. It passed and, with the crowing of one shape that split to expose blurry white needle-teeth, the boy's interest in this newfound ability waned.

He shoved against the dirt floor to sit himself up. His belly rounded like a bloated sausage, gurgling, empty. A few blinks of those watery eyes and Caracal was flinching away from the noises in search of something warm to drink.