Redhawk Caldera I love that you shake

It seemed that the Caldera had a mice problem. The furry little things were burrowing for the winter, scurrying about in the cover of night and chewing on stored herbs. A nuisance, but not a threat.

Cinar had taken a liking to them, though not for entirely pure reasons.

Low to the ground, he watched as one wriggled trapped between his paws. There was no real purpose besides grim satisfaction - it would barely be a snack for him.

He knew that he was far too old to be playing with mice like a pup with an overactive prey drive, but what was the harm? He deserved to relax after a long day's work.

Clamping his front paws together, a quiet 'crunch' came from the trapped vermin.