positive negative - joiner

malphas was hungry. this was never a good thing.

he craved the most intimate flesh, the sweetest and juiciest cut- the meat of his own species. technically speaking, cat meat was stringy and not as succulent as beef or well-prepared dog, but it wasn't really about the texture. it was the experience. still though, doing his patrols around the border got him no loners, no dead bodies. he curled his lip in disgust, hearing his stomach rumble.

he went back to camp to witness a profanity-screaming bird crashing into camp, and hungry as ever, he sprang into action. "i call it, that one's mine," he said, and then attempted to pounce on the bird.