He was sure of himself as he pursued his prey in the shadows of the early morning. He watched almost lazily as his would-be-victim scuttled above the ground on its way to whatever, and he padded on silent paws half a second delayed when he was sure it hadn't seen him yet. The mouse was laughable easy to follow, and Thief licked his lips, his tail swishing through the air in anticipation. The mouse paused. Thief froze to his spot mid-step. The mouse looked to its right, sniffing the air while a ripple of confusion crossed its tiny features. Thief bent his forelegs, and put his behind in position to jump. He wouldn't allow it to second guess its vulnerable position for long. Just as a sound crinkled in his ear from the right, Thief sprang like a spring held too tight. The mouse squeaked and backed off to the left, as the something from the right moved into its space, and Thief couldn't redirect himself anymore. He crashed into the black bundle of fur almost as big as himself, and he yowled angrily at the annoyance. Azrael hissed back in surprise, or was it fright? Thief liked to imagine it was the latter.