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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tonguez" data-source="post: 9705927" data-attributes="member: 1125">Snatch, the Vicious Little Dog and Thimble her Human RatcatcherSnatch crouched atop her bucket, eyes half-lidded, black tipped ears flicking like knife points. Her muscles tense as a coiled spring stuffed into a sack of wiry fur and bad temper.  The meat-sack humans jostled and yelled and farted their lives into the air, but she scanned the alley’s edge with unblinking intensity, licked the old blood off her teeth and searched for the tell tale signs of prey.Beside her stood Thimble the Ratcatcher, gaunt, half-crooked, wrapped in a cloak that smelled of mildew and rat musk. Snatch trusted old Thimble, mostly. He fed her, never kicked her, and always knew when to shut up. That last part was a gift, rare in humans.Thimble clicked his tongue and Snatch pounced, darting out like lightning packed in fur. Off the bucket, between crates, over puddles that smelt like rotten cabbage. Her teeth barred, a heartbeat and she caught the big brown rat mid-scamper, slamming it into a crate as her bite came down to crush its throat with a satisfying crunch. A quick shake to quiet its wriggling and she trotted back with the thing clenched in her jaws and dropped it at Thimble’s feet like an offering.In return he gave her a bit of something chewy, possibly meat, possibly not. She didn’t care and ate it with the same enthusiasm she hunted rats and barked and snapped at anyone who got too close to the vicious little dog.</blockquote>

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