"What now, should we find a place to rest?" Waton asked, looking at Damon, who seemed barely able to keep himself standing.
Damon shrugged his shoulders, blood dripping steadily onto the ground.
"Wait a minute... there's something I want to get off my chest first."
He slowly walked toward Waton.
"There's something important I want to tell you."
Waton nodded as Damon came closer, placing a hand on his shoulder. Then, in an unexpected turn of events, he snatched the squirrel from Waton's shoulder.
"Got you," he whispered in an icy voice as the squirrel in his hand squealed and tried to escape.
Damon let out an evil laugh, bringing Scar closer.
"Muhahahahahahheheh." Scar tried to wiggle free, but Damon's grip was iron tight.
"I knew if I tried to catch you, you would run. But I got you."
Scar squealed, begging for mercy.
Damon grabbed the furry tail, smiling evilly.
"Any last words, you damn rodent?"
