Haunted Wood ⁠—so you can't crawl no more,

Vanity was all too aware they had a captive. Not at all like Radar who was really rathe docile. This was some violent, trashing creature that they certainly were keeping for entertainment. Surprisingly, she hadn't pestered him yet. Been rather busy looking for prey, but supposed Vengeance was using this lump of broken fluff as storage should they need to eat. Or, rather, he needs to eat because he eats everything.

She lay by the edge, her panted mask resting on her half-dangling paws, watching the drugged creature fumble his movements. She almost wished Serem hadn't, but she was glad. It meant she could inspect him without having her mask painted red.
"Pobre criatura."
Really, it was just sad to watch. Perhaps if his leg wasn't so fucked he'd've escaped a lot sooner.