Redhawk Caldera Paul is dead.

Of course while Reyes was mentioning the hermetic nature of the beaver, it was in actuality slipping out from a gap in the lodge's submerged belly. Its shadow passed alongside where Reyes was standing and he remained oblivious — but he was intently listening to a pile of sticks and mud.

Towhee murmured something that broke his concentration and he pivoted an ear, then shot his superior a look that was typically reserved for cinephiles inside a movie theatre; but he did notice that Towhee cut themselves off sharply and appeared to be looking towards the lake.

I told you to watch for it! He chided, forgetting for a moment that they weren't just best buddies out for some manly hunting, but a leader and their subordinate trying to feed a family. Reyes looked hastily at the water's surface and then to the lodge, but he couldn't hear anything else from inside, and had to admit defeat.

Fuck. That was probably our one chance. It knows somethin' is up and probably won't come back to this place for a while. Not that he was particularly invested in stuffing his face with wet beaver, or anything.