[Did he just hear...Vriska's voice? Tavros darts around looking for the other troll, eyes wide and fangs bared nervously, his hand gripping his lance tight. Vriska...was here too?!]
[He moves around a little, trying to keep quiet, eventually finding the brush Vriska is sitting behind. Tavros peeks through it to try and get a better look to see if this really i- Oh god it is...]