Moonspear Leland just got vaporized by a strange red light

Dragomir didn't yet know the normal habits of his prey enough to question the marmot's behaviour; he merely followed, slipping into a kind of trance as he went. If he knew more he would know how unusual it was to find them out in wintertime, but the famine had taken its toll on all creatures, no doubt. The trail led them down the riverbank and then off into the trees. He padded along with his nose hovering just over the ground, and then came to a very abrupt stop behind some tall, leafless bushes at the sound of a whistle.

There, he mouthed, flicking his head sideways toward where the large ground squirrel was waddling between the trees. The sound had come from it, no doubt searching for its mate. Dragomir crouched low, prepared to stalk it until a good opportunity presented itself to either Desdemona or him.