Shadow Mountain Night Cafe for lonely cynics

the conversation was put on hold as mahler briefly scuffled down between the stones, snapping delicately until he had caught hold of a tiny limb. screaming, the vole was ripped from cover and the general crushed out its life with a harsh bite before he tossed the bite of flesh to the ground alongside sarah's forepaw. his expression stated plainly that he would not accept it back; mahler pressed on.
"i suppose they vere correct, but ve cannot ignore how vone's gender affects them also as a volf," the gargoyle suggested, glancing back at the woman.