Faster yet

Oh. This. Was. So. FRUSTRATING! Alarik was sassing him, wasn't he. Ashmedai did his best to look menacing. He wasn't planning on maiming the guy, or attacking him in any way, but he also wasn't sure what else to do to get back at him. Did his mind really resort to violence that fast? Well, yes, but no. He wasn't going to actually attack him, but he felt that attacking him would be easier than thinking of a clever way to get back at him.

Ashmedai grumbled, then flopped himself into the snow. Sometimes he wished that just for a moment he could let all the cold seep into his fur. He supposed he should be thankful that it didn't, though. He was hot tempered like his mother with all the beef and brawn to back it up. He needed more time to think.

"It's too bad it'll only last a few more days, huh?" Ashmedai asked, talking about the snow.