this wasn't exactly what was meant to happen. the pleasantly plump raccoon hadn't intended to find herself locked in a metal cell, being allowed only to move forward and backwards. it had been a solid few minutes that the youngster had been encapsulated in the jail, where she had been past the point of frantic and instead moved to the state of acceptance.
the subspecies drew in an icy breath, closing her eyes in defeat. was it worth it? she would mutter to herself, shaking her skull ever so slightly in disgust as she recapped the unfortunate situation she found herself in.
that damn open can of salmon deliciousness.
it was embarrassing, but at least finley's final meal would have been a decent one. it was just a shame the thick bodied mammal would be spending her last moments in in an unforgivingly uncomfortable trap, but at least she was alone to spare her dignity.