Sea Lion Shores a rat who gnaws at a cat's tail invites destruction

There was next to nothing that was below the Rat and his tormented mind; and there was even less when it came to food. He was a creature whose stomach was perpetually drawn against his backbone with hunger, despite the fact that his brotherhood to the russki had come with more food than he had had before. He was a creature that played host to many other creatures, that stole his blood and his nutrition, lending him his gaunt and sallow looks.

He snorted at Vlad's comment, his tongue darting out like some ravenous snake to lap at the snot that was flung to the top of his lip. He had no favorite food. Food was food and he ate greedily and without scrutiny. "Go an' find one then," he snickers, his face contorting into an expression of dark humor.