Curled in front of the fire, warm, cosy. Satisfied after successful day, three mice caught, softened and then eaten, two sparrows likewise. Rain started, not good; hearth better, dry. Getting sleepy. Milk served by slave, morning and night. I trained him well.
Tevildo taught us well, to disguise our otherness as furry creatures, sleek, beautiful, fluffy when newborn, it makes us welcome into the homes of elves and men. Good slaves, it is all they are good for. Give me cream before I claw you, pitiful ‘master’. Now - I do not like waiting.
Corrupting them , unnoticed, until they worship Tevildo.