"Right. There's two of them now. Suppose the other seasons must have 'em, too. Not here, though. We'd have heard all about if they showed up." Blaze snorts as she takes out ammo packs and puts her gear back in place, an inelegant synthetic sound. "But yes, to both questions. That storm out there hasn't let up once in nearly five weeks. I've been out there round the clock and I haven't seen it slow down for a moment. That's not natural, not for this place. What we call a Demeter Effect. We've seen him induce it before, that's half the reason my commanders had me install so many sensor beacons. If you're asking me, this is more than harsh weather, though. Space-time portals don't just freeze over. Frost doesn't stop PINpoints from working- or know to attack my beacons, hnh."

She closes over the chest and snaps the seals back into place with a soft hiss. "It's got to be Reynard's doing. That's obvious. Know how I know? Because if someone else was out there 'interfering' with his season, he'd be all over this place throwing dramatic productions about it."

She'd find it all kind of funny, if she couldn't see the cost of his antics. If she didn't have to watch her organic cousins suffer and sicken and slowly inch toward starving.

Again. Perhaps.