The crimson colored creature fled, hopefully to never return. Midas had honestly only half tried; he simply wanted to make a point. Returning to bury the carcasses better in masking snow, the golden general allowed his gaze to wander where said fox trailed, body turned toward the dark forest again; noting that the sky was growing slightly darker. He tried not to dwell on this and instead turned thoughts to finish task at hand.

Limbs moved body back toward the area he had last seen the squirrel, a glade of oak provided welcoming notion. Off to his right a peculiar creature was toddling along across the permafrost. It appeared completely obvious to a Pegasus approach, or otherwise uncaring.

Black and white, this little rodent reminded him of a deformed squirrel. No labeling title came to mind—which led him to wonder, ‘what is it?’ Taking in appearance alone, the creature seemed to lack the nimbleness of a squirrel. Midas took to following simply out of curiosity. Every so often the striped mammal would turn, hiss, and grow ridged when foreign steps tampered close. A warning perhaps?

He would watch as its small black nose scented a passing breeze while glassy eyes appeared frantic to see a towering Pegasus. Feet would slow to matching pace and stop entirely when the rodent did. Keeping a fair distance at first and finding no reason to remain so, given that the threat seemed minimal. Throats general took bold steps forward to close the distance between them.

Lowering muzzle a notch he closed in—the snuck again paused in a fashion that reminded him of a snarling rabbit. But this time his curiosity was going to cause some problems, nearly a foot away the mammal reared back with plumed tail raised. Midas got the worst surprise of his life. Seemingly harmless at a distance, the little rodent sprayed him with the most revolting smell he had ever tasted in his life. Gasping rotten breath, body reared up over said skunk; teeth bared and slashing against a tongue that felt like it was on fire.

It swam through his senses and robbed nostrils of their ability to smell, eyes burned and watered. Crying out with a mixture of surprise and fury he stomped forward, clearing sight long enough to catch the sprayer. Forelimbs gave chase and when upon the rodent, he rose up to crush small body beneath the might of pointed daggers.