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The dominant Womble*, Uncle Bulgaria (modern parlance for what was better known as a Werewolf), was the alpha male of the pack. His foot still hard pressed upon her chest... pillowy and fleshy as it was... held poor Tiffany in her place. Not known for smiling often, the Uncle put on quite a grin as he stared down upon his prize, his little victim. Hearing the tread of a human nearby and not wanting any other witnesses who could discredit their pack's reputation, Bulgaria waved his hand at one of his assistants... a younger protege whom he was "grooming", and would eventually take the lead, extended out his sharp wolverine-like claws, and with one cut across the abdomen opened up Rotter causing his guts to spill out all over the scene. Poor Tiffany was sickened by the sight as the pack leapt upon the offering... and a massive feast it was... but oh, poor Tiffany, poor girl, she did not know of the feast she was yet to provide...


* - Sidebar: A fictional animal to have inhabited around Wimbledon Common, picking up litter, refuse, and other sorts of rubbish - was the story known amongst the populace there; but those who have studied the creature, experts in their own right, can attest they gather more than the tossings of townsfolk. Witness testimony have shown the Wombles taking more than just refuse... historically they're known as the great pillagers of Southwest London... taking whatever fits their desires... some having even speculated their decendency from Werewolves - after all they've been described as being hairy, with long snouts, and retractable claws... no... they're not herbivores as they've been often described... these are meat eaters... vicious... partaking of the flesh... and NOT to be trusted whence you're out all alone...