Second in Command.

Tunnels.

Uh Okey, psycho.

Snowfall stands there, watching his new king, talking to himself, not mumbling about what to do, but actually having a conversation with nobody. 

Well...people have had worse kings and queens.

Egon claps his hands together. "I am tired now! You shall leave me alone so I can sleep, please."

"Ofcorse sir," Snowfall says and bows, leaving Egon alone in the underground mansion. Closing the door behind him, standing in the dark damp tunnels. The tunnel is only tall enough for someone to stand and do a little jump. And just wide enough for someone to walk with their wings spread out. It smells of dirt, mud, water and blood. He stops and sniff the air. Yes, blood.

I'll never get the stench of blood out of my nose
he thinks, walking down the hallway.

Probably just a fight, or someone scratched their arm or something.

But no, it was worse than that. Snowfall walks quicker down the tunnels, the damp air stinking of blood.

So, someone got hit by a car, a train, or a bike.

He thinks hopefully as he swings of to another tunnel, the stench of blood being so strong it even blocks out the smell of dirt and mud. He swings off to another tunnel. Blindly following the smell. He feels the tunnels closing in on him.

Had it always been so small in here?

It feels like the earth is on the verge of crushing him, and the blood smell is suffocating him.

He turns and he feels the wall, quickly finding the wooden worm eaten door. He swings it open, momentarily blinded the by bright light coming from the clean room inside. He steps inside, Dragging mud from the tunnels into the underground nursing room.

There are two young She-Ghost cats there, standing over a bloody body. The body has long scratches over their face, like someone has ripped their face off, with long slashes over their arms and legs, and one sideways down their stomach.  Their ears look as if they have been ripped, like whatever hurt this person had  tried to pull the ears right of.

His first thought is that the body is dead, but the faint rise  of their neck shows they're still alive, which is worse. This person will never see again, will never go hunting or see the faces of their loved ones.

Snowfall realises the nurses have been staring at him. They look sad, or empathic . Of course, why would't they? One of the nurses lays a wing around Snowfall.

Okay, now there is something wrong.

They would never lay their wing around anyone except if they were family or if something is really wrong. Snowfall stares back at the body, trying to realise who it was. Their face is too disfigured to see, and the smell is too twisted in with the blood. "I'm sorry," the nurse says in a soft voice. "This is your son, Thorn, and he probably won't survive."