Redhawk Caldera The quiet life.

She didn't know the red man well. Seen him from time to time—one could hardly miss his figure stark against the grays and whites of winter—but hadn't made a proper introduction. She was fairly sure she had met him once before, but she couldn't be certain; if so, it had been within that whirlwind of her life when Mama had taken her and Bridget up the mountain to look for bodies.

But he was no dead body. He was alive, and well, and Teya seemed to really like him. And if Teya liked him—

Hey, uh, Reyes! Lilitu called out, trotting to catch him up, delicate paws gliding over the packed snow. Once she'd reached his side, or close enough, anyway, she gave him a smile. How's it going? Can I join you?