He watched furiously as that skunk actually TOUCHED his personal devise, and to top it off, BROKE IT! He felt a growl well up within his chest, but he resisted, watching as the clumsy fellow tripped on the rack and speared his fluffy tail into the floor. He was amazed at the convenience of this and grinned, plotting his revenge.<br/><br/>The first thing he did was use the shadows to creep along the beam to the door. His barb tail slid down and pushed against the door, slamming it shut wit a loud BANG. He was the only one strong enough to open it once it had been shut. He had learned that several times when he had, in the past, allowed his prey to try and escape from him, always unsuccessfully.<br/><br/>Once the door was shut, he slid back into the shadows, chuckling as the skunk apparently freaked out. He stalked around the skunk, letting him catch only glimpses of his body; a glint of light off his fangs, the glow of his eyes, a swish of his tail. Frightening the prey always made the blood pump faster, made the meat even tastier.<br/><br/>He then paused in the shadows and grinned. He knew exactly what to use to push the skunk over the edge into panic. He withdrew and went into his prize corner, a hole in the wall. He reached in with his tail and withdrew an old fox skull. He had long ago taken off the flesh and skin of the foolish vixen, and he figured that this would scare the stripes off the skunk.<br/><br/>He climbed up on the beams and then when he was above the skull, dropped the skull down into his lap.