Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-4211788-20170320114634/@comment-5142578-20170523030628

It was obvious the vampiric squirrel wanted to be alone. Tough, Frost didn't care. He waits until Taura is out of sight before following her again, this time making sure she doesn't detect his presence. Now disconnected from her element, Taura wouldn't be able to sense his presence. Upon arriving at the cliff edge leading to where Greigor's corpse lay he finds Taura at the bottom, feasting on the mink's remains. He scowls in disgust, but pushes it aside when he notices large figures beginning to surround her. He pulls out his binoculars for a better look. It was Moya and her henchmen. Taura had been so involved with her "meal" she failed to notice them approaching. He could barely hear what Moya was saying, but he could read her lips perfectly fine. "Boyfriend?" Frost asks to himself, almost amused at how absurd that notion was.

The wolf quickly pulls out his rifle and takes aim for the lizard. This was a golden opportunity to eliminate a target and speed up their progress. And no hot-headed hawk to give away his tactical advantage. Perfect. Besides, Moya deserved to die, didn't she? Of course she did. Besides being corrupted and a major threat, one of his allies was in trouble, so there's no reason to hold back. He glances at a nearby shrub for a read on wind direction and speed. Dead still. Now was the chance, to finish her off here and now!

He then mutters something in his native language. '"See you in Hell; your''​ boyfriend will join you soon enough." '''​he says in ruskavikian. He then empties his lungs, ready to pull the trigger.