the streetlights are on

The prey collapsed, begging for mercy, but the creature only cackled and gnawed ruthlessly on the appendage its claws were clinging to with such tenacity. Finally the prey died with all the drama any feral beast could hope for, and the killer leaped onto its victim to screech a triumphant howl of victory. Success! To the winner went the spoils! "You didn't see me! I win I win!" the little beast crowed, bounding down the prone body to mash muddy mucky paws against Zee's cheeks. "I won, right Mom? Right? Mom? Mom?" She batted at Zee in frustration. "Wake up, Mom, I won, I killed you, right? Mooooooom." She shoved at her mother's face before falling back in a dramatic heap of baby, mud, and debris.