Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-4211788-20150215205820/@comment-5142578-20150425185208

Frost glances between Phantom and Hiero and just shakes his head. Between dealing with the hot-headed hawk and the moody mink, Frost felt like he was going to have an aneurysm. He needed some time away from them and some fresh air. He just needed an excuse to do so. "It's not dark quite yet." he remarks. "We should probably see if we can find some food."