Barron had not expected the death reapers to find him rolling around as he had almost camouflage himself with the snow. At least, that is what Barron thought not realising that while the snow was white, his fur was off-white in colour.
"What kind of animal is this?" asked the death reaper, trying to kick and push Barron's back with his boney feet.
This little piece of shit! How dare he try to kick him! Barron thought to himself, and he was ready to bite the reaper before realising biting wouldn't work as they were not in their mortal forms.
"Who cares, just look for the Grim reaper! The next thing we come to know is the reaper has disappeared. The bounty is high!" hissed the other reaper.
