Varian had been razing down a building, full of rage and fire, all his corrupted, broken feelings over the last two months finally given form and a means of release. Hunters and Trenchies alike run from the burning building, trying to pull each other to safety. Varian only pauses in his destruction when he hears Kyle's voice.

He turns, his growl low, focusing on his friend. His claws rake down the side of the building as he drops on all fours...or all threes, in his case. Something like recognition sparks in his eyes as he leans in to stare at Kyle, waiting, his tail flicking back and forth like an angry cat.