Redhawk Caldera Paul is dead.

Reyes shot his friend a look, unsure of how to take the commentary or the tone of the past conversation. Here he was being friendly with his superior but somehow Reyes was taking the piss, he just didn't understand the joke. It didn't matter - they moved along together until a mud-laden hutch came in to view alongside the caldera, the water around it having gone stagnant with the increasing cold of the season. 

Towhee tried to whisper and Reyes shot them another look, sort of a "oh my god would you shut up?" expression; it was brief, as Reyes grew distracted by the sight of the lodge. I dunno if you even need to whisper here. Its cold, there's not much water for this thing to swim in, it might even be.. Dormant, or something. Sleeping.

Reyes was making this up as he went along but it made sense to him. I mean, if you had to brave frigid water to go in 'n out of your den, would you wanna do it frequently? That was an aside more than anything. It would take some thought to work out the best method of attack here. We could dig it out. Might have'ta, if you want a mouthful o' beaver.