Fishblight Mire brotherhood

His dirty fur flattened as he expelled his breath in a sigh, his stare unmoving. Rat was no fighter; he was much too weak. The best he could hope for against Vlad was to uncomfortably poke him with the sharpness of his bones as the beast descended upon him. He preferred targets that were at some disadvantage.

"Vlad." He repeated, his own tail twitching to and fro in a broken, erratic wag before he offered his own name in a sort of rambling rant. "Rat. I am a rat. I am the rat. Rat, they all yell raaaaaaat!" His voice tapered to a low, raspy hiss as his eyes narrowed for a moment. "Dirty, dirty rat."  He shook his narrow head. He did not know exactly what had transpired, what being a brother to this one meant, but he was inclined to follow him.