Let's play a game

ooc: they couldn't have worded it more perfectly. :)

Becoming king of all mice was not all that difficult and impossible, yet quite impractical. These creatures were dum and the only purpose they could serve was being caught and eaten. Speaking of which... A quiet sound nearby made her alert. She froze and listened carefully, only her ears swiveled, trying to locate the slightest sound, that would indicate the presence of the little rodents. It payed off, she heard it again and after flashing a quick victorious smile at Gavriil, she turned around and in a half-crouch, began to move quietly, along the piles of boulders, all the while sniffing the ground.

Finally she located a spot, where the scent of mice was the most prominent. She lied down and put her head between her paws, so that the small opening of the mouse-den was in the level of her muzzle. Her tail was wagging behind her, reflected her thrill for the hunt. Gavriil, of course, was welcome to join, except there wouldn't be much to share, if they managed to catch the small creature.