Redhawk Caldera All black everything.

He had gone as far west as the lake, slogging through the shallows for the better part of the morning in search of something. Fish, maybe. Tendrils of plants or flowers he could maybe build in to something of a gift; foolish, romantic notions that were half-baked at best. He didn't find anything and headed back after an hour or so of fruitless hunting; by the afternoon the mud had caked his feet and slicked his already dark coat with more brown shades, mottling the red. Reyes had nothing to show for the effort and wasn't keen on stopping by the hideaway where his girl and their children napped - but he found himself going that way regardless, sort of at an amble.

It just so happened that Reyes crossed by where Towhee was standing in time to hear the tail end of her words. He had not noticed the rain falling; the dampness of the mud had cooled his extremities well enough to numb him to the feeling. However when he stopped and looked towards Towhee now, he saw his breath briefly plume from his lips. He saw the sour look on her face and took a deep breath.

On his approach he made sure to give her ample time to notice him; the dreariness of the day diluted the spring colors substantially, but the rain made the green stand out above all else. The red in his coat turned a dark brown almost like the mud. He sank to his haunches beside her soon enough, booping her shoulder with his chin.