A plump winged mouse nibbles a piece of a moldy cat treat. I lunge; my jaws watering.
I haven't eaten in three days. A nice juicy mouse would a welcome meal after eating garbage for the last month.
The mouse - an esuom - squirms. I bite it's neck. The animal falls limp.
Pain finds it's way through my back. I glance over my shoulder. A well fed grey cat dragon grins. His healthy furry wings ruffle excitedly as he moves towards me.
"That's mine," he says.
"But-"
"Give it to me. It's mine."
"I caught it," I protest.
He glares at me. "It's mine," he repeats, "don't make me hurt you."
I move aside. He eats the esuom quickly, as if he hasn't eaten in months.
Feeling hangry, I walk over to the nearest garbage can and forage for rotting meat.
