Fate has four legs

Granger     Russet fur slips between fallen debris that litters the pathway Granger’s small paws carry him on. It would be faster to assume his human form despite the lengthy amount of time since his last shift but the thought doesn’t occur to him, so comfortable within his compacted mouse shift when going about his day to day life that doing so any differently is out of the question as far as he’s concerned. And while it does take him longer, taking a break every so often to clean his snout of any dust with his forepaws (and a breather), before he’s back on the trail into the settlement.     Granger had hoarded enough scraps during his last visit to last him a few days while nosing around exposed beams and abandoned houses, but even a small mouse needed to eat more than a few crumbs a day. Between the small town and the outskirts where he made his home in between a decaying brick building, the breaks in the wall the perfect size for a mouse like him, the young Attuned had made a comfortable nest for himself; if not a bit bare boned. However as he came across the main street through the settlement, his stomach growled and was accompanied by a squeak as he darted between the heavy steps of the humanoids that towered over him, reminding him of his mission for the day.     Get food.       Get out.     Years of the same routine left little for him to think about when it came to acquiring food. Vendors set up their booths in the same places every day for years and every few weeks the young man made it a habit to hang around the feet of merchants peddling their wares. He didn’t think anything of it when he jumped over the foot of one person and proceeded to use his small claws on all four paws to get a grip on the next persons pant leg, hauling himself up until he was level with the booth.     With a short jump from pant leg to the booth he landed with a small squeak of surprise at the impact. Crumbs didn’t allow him to be the strongest mouse around but at least he didn’t have a third eye or two tails like some he’d seen in recent years. Paying no attention to those walking among the vendors, as nobody ever paid attention to him, Granger set about nosing at the husks of vegetables to find the smallest one he could drag back with him.