Redhawk Caldera Within the national park

He'd just about made up his mind to go for the adult when he heard the soft footfalls of someone else approaching him. He sniffed the air- but the wind wasn't in his favour, so he turned his head instead, carefully, to see who it was that was heading toward him. At first glance, he didn't recognize the male. A moment or two later, and he found himself struggling a bit with the potential realization that this was Reyes. If it was- he wasn't sure how to react. 

...Except for the fact that the potential of catching himself a lunch was on the line. And normally, he would have chosen peace simply so that he could catch himself something to eat- but less than a moment later, he heard the smack of a beaver's tail against the water- and by the time he looked back to where the beavers had been scavenging, they'd slipped back into the water, having been warned by one of the other parents. 

Well, that left him with not a whole lot to do but to figure out if this guy was who he thought he was. The loss of a meal was unimportant; he'd at least found out that a family of beavers was living here, and that he could probably hunt them again another day. He wasn't exactly starving, after all. 

So he sat up, licking his lips to get rid of some of the excess saliva that had started to well along his gums, and turned to nod at the dark male. "You, uh...Are you Reyes, by any chance?" He asked, pricking his ears. His tone of voice was even enough, though it was obvious that he felt a bit nervous to be meeting the male who had broken his mother's leg, and caused her to run off.