Watching the "loyal" subjects scurry about preparing for their little feast tomorrow. It’s pathetic. All that effort just to stuff themselves before the winter frost hits. Personally, I find much more satisfaction in a hunt that ends with blood rather than gravy.
Though, I suppose even a predator needs to enjoy the scenery occasionally. Not that any of you would know how to properly appreciate a masterpiece when you see one. Speaking of masterpieces... I've been polishing my tools.
