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thankies. (:
bic;
Batty walked through the forest, muttering to himself. All the prey here was too fast. Mice were too fast. Birds were out of reach. Pah! With a snarl of detest he scented the air, surprised to find more dogs. Oh well. Maybe they had food. With a maddened chuckle, he moved towards them, his bones creaking slightly from age. "You guys have any food?" he asked, butting in on their conversation. He sniffed hopefully. "No? Pity. I was getting hungry." His orange eyes glinted hungrily and he knew he must have been a sight for sore eyes.



