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When it came to hunting, Frost wasn't the best by any means, but he was still good. He was quick, had moderate cunning, and he had experience. So when the scent of a small deer like thing came to his nose? The wolfos in him was set to kill mode.

Literally.

Dinner would be buck or doe, hart or hind- maybe even a- Red eyes caught sight of the tiny thing. Not a fawn but smaller? A morsel. A snack. A thing to chase and catch and eat. Overall, something he could eat at the end of the day so what did it matter. The small wooded area outside of the school didn't explicitly say not hunting anyway so...

A low growl, the ghost wanted a challenge, a chase. Red eyes alight with hunger, he hoped the tiny deer would dash.

Once caught, Frost planned to dine*


*not in hell

Flight or fight- the tiny creature chose to run.

Frost couldn't have been happier.

The chase was on, but... normally what he chased didn't yell anything, and most certainly, they didn't seem to say it over and over. It being a name. Maybe it was just a new species of minipet... yeah. That would be normal. Like teaching one to mimic sound maybe the thing he chose to chase just knew that one word.

Whatever, Frost was running after it, getting onto all fours is a very awkward way, the humanoid body not exactly designed for low to the ground running.

He didn't notice how he was running directly towards a reaper, only that the little deer would soon be a tasty snack.