Quarrel glanced around the long, dark halls of the library silently. It only took a few moments for them to recognize their quarry was absent. A part of the cat was pleased by the challenge, though they wondered where he had gone.
No one would spot them as they drifted past, following the trail the fox had made. His scent was distinctive to them. A cloud of smoke, but also a touch of sweetness. They pondered distantly on how they had mistaken him at first.
The cat's pricked ears heard the crackle of a fire before they saw it. The savory scent of roasted scrounge reminded them that they had forgotten to eat. Again. It just didn't feel important in comparison to everything else. Until it bit them, of course.
Shadows crept closer to the fire as it cast odd shapes on the surrounding trees. Yellow eyes pinned the cook from the darkness. They knew exactly how close they could get before he had even a chance of spotting them. This was made even easier by the fact that his back was turned to them. He was practically asking for it, wasn't he?
They slunk up a nearby tree and slipped along the branches until they were just over the fox. Their sharp claws and lithe strength allowed them to spring over gaps in the lattice of the overgrowth without slowing. Now, to just await the right moment...
There! They dropped a pile of seaweed right onto his head and leap away to the safety of a different tree. A crooked grin spread across their face, and their tail twitched playfully without their input.
That'll teach him to meddle in their affairs.