Food was getting scarce today, and he had that food for Max he'd offered and... Well, he could casually forget that. He flicked his ear as he stalked forward, tail swishing as he returned to the spot those rats gathered, with the half-eaten head left behind.

Well, more food for him. They were nearly done with his feast, but he could feast on them, as well. A wiggle back and forth, and he leapt, claws out to rake along an unsuspecting back.

A squeal came from unde rhim as the rest of the miniscule horde ran from him. They mus tknow he'd been using this area as bait, then? He regarded the deserters for a moment before the prey under him bucked. His heart beat hard. 'Oh no you aren't.' Reeling back, he bit into the meat of the rat's neck, clenching his jaws until he heard the snap! of a fresh meal.

Not that he needed one. He turned to the half-rotten bait and looked back at the corpse he now stood on. Well, why not both? He feasted, first upon his kill, before turning to the rot and consuming it in turn, cringing at the taste upon his tongue.

He better get used to it.