Redhawk Caldera communism? NO! socialism? NO! be happy!!✌: )

Reyes had been hunting, pointlessly, again. This time his route had taken him close to the borders and it was in time to catch the howl of a stranger's voice. 

He knew he was the closest and he was capable of taking care of this, whatever it was, so he dropped out of his stalk and with a heavy sigh, moved to intercept. The last person to come upon him had been Meerkat — practically melting in the process — and he hoped this time would be different. No more crying, no more bad news.

It only took a few minutes for him to find his way and when he arrived, he wished he hadn't made the decision at all. Standing at the borders was a sad looking stranger; more importantly, there was a familiar shape. A little golden body placed carefully along the territory edge, as if it were an offering.

Reyes recognized the pipsqueak immediately — and he could not look away, even as a rising dread filled his gut, as the shock twisted it. He tipped his chin back and called out two names: @Phox, and @Niamh.