Redhawk Caldera Wilted colors.

Unable to find Towhee at their cavernous hideaway, Reyes spent the better part of an hour tracking her through the territory until he spotted her sitting due-north of her usual haunts. He had a muskrat suspended from his jaws, the body having cooled during his search.

He did not know what to expect from her in the coming days. Sure, Reyes had plenty of familiarity with the tide-like shifting of a woman's moods thanks to growing up as one of the few boys born to his parents, but Towhee was different from anyone he had ever known, even so. With Meerkat's visit a strange mood had descended across the whole of the Caldera and it left Reyes feeling a bit out of sorts.

As he approached he sank to his haunches, dropping the muskrat across his paws and then licking the bitter flavor of its fur from his lips. He sat very close to Towhee, close enough to wedge their shoulders together.