Redhawk Caldera Vessel

There was no getting around it. He was absolutely, positively TRIPPING BALLS. 

It started with Coltan's transformation from boy to man before his eyes, but before he could ask about it, the shrieks at Brecheliant drew his attention. Coltan—no. . . Whoever he was?

Anyway, the dude charged well ahead of Killdeer. Even in as good of shape as he was, he couldn't match the fevered pace of a man bound and determined to save his—

"Dad!!"

Dad?!

Thus arrived Killdeer at the scene, slack-jawed and horrified at what played out before him. Golden wolves wrestling, a flurry of limbs and teeth and snarls. 

And then—nothing. They were gone.

Killer sidled closer to the desperately digging boy—yes, this was definitely a kid—but couldn't find any actions or words beyond, well. . .

What the fuck.