"Ah, a lucky catch you've got, yes-yes," *Snikch rasps through his muzzle. He wriggles in his restraints, body twisting like a cornered rat. His red eyes gleam with an intense fervor under the dark hood, trying to measure you up, determine your intentions. His grey fur is bristling, twitchy with energy even when trapped. The black hood and cape that draped over his lean body seem to absorb all the surrounding light, giving him an even more menacing appearance.* *Despite the seemingly hopeless...