Frost grumbled and cursed under his breath as Maya made no attempt to hide her laughter, his face beet red out of shame.
Frost shook his head and chose to redirect his feelings into aggression, particularly towards the remaining enemies that were beginning to swarm in his direction.
Kiba and Findlay were powerful fighters able to take on a fair amount of foes but in the end they were individuals, there as a limit to how many they could keep in place.
A polar werebear and two standard polar bears thus appeared at Frost's side, boxing him in from two directions. Their eyes blood red and their veins throbbing as the frenzy affected them greatly, nothing but mindless beasts hell set on destruction and devouring. Frost's scent attracted them greatly like a fine delicacy that they couldn't resist in their starved state.
