Redhawk Caldera wake the devil

The increase of poor weather due to the season had rendered Reyes almost entirely obsolete. Hunting was difficult at the best of times, more-so when the world was at a stand-still such as now. He had been prowling throughout the territory and searching for signs of anything edible for the past few weeks. The signs of edible lifeforms had dwindled; so when he heard something rustle in the bushes along one tired route he jumped at the chance to sink his teeth in to something—veering off of his path after the small bundle, which raced headlong away from him and in to the white haze, to which it was lost.

Fuckin' hell! He bellowed in to the empty white everywhere.