Mongrel was just a [i]tad[/i] engrossed with its gross meal from the garbage can. As Mongrel flew with her head still in the garbage can there were a flurry of thoughts occurring as the werewolf began to set new priorities as it was not able to scavenge in peace. Landing down and crushing one of the wooden benches, splattering several food dishes at nearby civilians still fleeing from the scene, Mongrel began growling loudly.

As she began frantically shaking her head, it appeared that the garbage can refused to come off. Again Mongrel repeated the motions, and this time the garbage can came flying off and spiraled in a random direction. The beast's pupils were dilated as she snarled out, drool dripping from her fangs assessing the scene. There were even more new prey besides those harpies constructed of food; but these were not Mongrel's target. For none of these prey animals made a deliberate attempt to threaten the beast or its food source.

The creature growled as she saw the creature that screamed earlier; she had found the ring rat which dared to challenge this apex predator. Licking at its chops, Mongrel bolted at Molly and lunged at her with fangs bared to chomp down on Molly's posterior.