She smiled to herself, chatting with her friend, listening to stories, and just generally enjoying the conversation. There was no outside indication that her breakfast was still struggling in her stomach -- the mouse's frightened squeaks were too muffled by the layers of fur and flesh. But the small fluttering of movement she felt when she took a drink of her soda or ate a fry just made her smile all the more.
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Just a random doodle! I normally like the big bellies, but micro prey can be fun, too. Especially the idea of a pred going about their day with no one knowing that they've got a struggling meal inside them.
