archer is as archer does

Tachi liked to have a good dig, a sniff and a snuff over new terrain. His paws scraped at the dirt, nudging the smallest of the old stone slabs to see what crawled beneath. His nub of a tail wriggled in amusement as he smushed a paw down hard, pressing a worm in half as he watched it squirm and writhe. Did worm feel pain? Maybe, they had no mouths to scream from, but that didn't mean it wasn't suffering. But even if it was, it didn't mean he cared. He didn't think he was an overly cruel guy, teenager or whatever. No one sobbed during a hunt when their prey squealed in terror or pain, no one cried or felt guilty if they killed a pregnant doe. The baby in her stomach was an extra snack, like a cherry on top really.