The Arrival
The sky was dark, with a cool haze filling the night air. A nervous grey rat laid hidden in the grass, watching. His head would turn behind, and he'd go about positioning himself toward a near burrow, in preparation: Standing out in the forest without...
Made to Fit
And his thing is predatory/prey relationships." nemo grinned as he gripped the knot in blitz's shirt and tugged him closer, "you look good to eat right now. but those clothes will get caught in my teeth."