5th. [Voice]

[panterakitten]

[Without his voice, there is only a low growling; small "grrr"ings to be exact. Yowling escapes the communicator that is so close to his chest, dangling with nervous sounding anticipation. Scratching is heard, like claws kneeding on the window or window sil. He's still trapped within the room from the night before

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[prophetabove]

[ Being as the small fiend has chosen to stay he has been seeing to it. The plates for their meal were set on the table, grilled tuna with fried sliced potatoes.

He was about to have called for the small beast, when he noticed the fit the fiend was throwing at the window.

His eyes narrowed and he picked up his own communicator to contact Schala while-- ]

The large fiends desire our flesh yet again..

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[panterakitten]

[He remained vigiliant at the window, grrrrr'ing at the outside atmosphere. His head swerved backwards towards the other man, creeping down lightly to make himself small, but otherwise noted, did not move from the window.

His little nose moved in small sniffs. Food?]