Noctisardor Bypass Is still directed as a drama

She sat there blinking for the space of a heartbeat before scrambling back to her feet and snatching the next stick in her teeth. While Arbiter prattled on above her, Grub kept biting and pulling. Some sticks came easily, others not at all. Most took a little tugging before they loosed. Grub growled and slavered as she meticulously deconstructed the rat's nest.

As her prey's scent grew stronger in her nose, Grub couldn't resist rearing onto her hind legs and scrabbling at the nest, hoping to pry loose more sticks that way. It wasn't very successful, so she dropped down again and resumed her tireless yanking, at least until the compulsion overcame her and she reared once more.

This time, something gave. The nest began to collapse beneath her weight. There was a loud squeak, which sent her ears quivering. Grub's snout darted everywhere, trying to sniff out the rat. When it didn't magically appear, she thrust her pale snout into the depression her forelegs had made.

Only then did the wood rat burst out of the wreckage of its safe haven, darting right past the pup.