Redhawk Caldera On the trail of a loony klepto.

As the otter vanished in the surrounding mess of foliage, Reyes coughed a curse after it; he was winded so the syllables didn't mesh very well, losing the phrase to fragmentation. He stomped around a bit before returning to where the creature had wedged itself and there he grabbed a few of the craggy old branches and shook his head, rending smaller pieces free. Frustration clearly wrought across his face.

But the moment passed, and after a few more paces he went from violent and angry to simmering and resentful; a minimal difference, really. Brazen little shit.