Redhawk Caldera On the trail of a loony klepto.

When the otter veered away from Reyes at the last minute it found itself nearly trampled by Figment; it let out a screech and doubled back again, this time driving itself in to a mess of tangled tree limbs which had nested themselves among some old conifers. There was nowhere else it could go—but to equal measure, neither wolf could reach it.

Reyes noticed the pile at the last moment and had to awkwardly leap over half of it, crashing down on one wrist so that it smarted. He ignored the pain that sank in to his forelimb and stalked on the other side of the makeshift hideaway, finally noticing Figment's shape mirroring his.

Hey! Its some long-bodied thing. He explained as he panted and bristled. Caught it eatin' from one of the new caches and damn is it fast. Can ye get at it over there?