Redhawk Caldera Paul is dead.

Reyes caught sight of his friend just as a broad smile spread across their face, so he hollered, Hey Cap'n! on his approach, only to remember partway there that the size of his voice wasn't everything. The sound did serve to startle a gathering of very cold songbirds from the tree overhead; they erupted as a cloud of flapping particulate and found a roost elsewhere.

As Reyes closed the distance he was careful with his steps and hoped Towhee would at least see him coming, being supremely red and all. His tail wagged in a rare show of good cheer. Thinking he had gathered their attention well enough by now, Reyes tried again: Thinkin' happy thoughts? Or did you have a particularly tasty dream. Cue knowing smirk.