Ankyra Sound saltwinter

The Rat's mouth was a drool factory at the best times, but the mention of hunting encouraged the saliva to flow even more readily until, as it often did, it hung in long strands from his jowls. He did not move except to kick a hindpaw at the back of one ear as he strove to rid himself of an itch, but he turned his unblinking, yellow eyes to Vlad. He too his cues from his brother and no other, such was his almost obsessive nature. Without Vlad, he would have went with his whims, which likely would never have found him among a gathering of lost souls such as this.