Moonspear Leland just got vaporized by a strange red light

"Lead the way, how would you like to go at them?" Desdemona whispered to her younger companion, inclining he should take incentive on their hunt. It was his after all, she was a simple tag-along to his catch. They continued toward the fresh scent, and she wasn't too sure why it ventured so far away from the river. Perhaps they were off to hunt, or maybe they too were off to find their mates. She gave a side-eye look toward Dragomir; maybe he hunted the mate. Not a pleased prey.