Groont

Groont stood in the doorway of the living room, his large frame blocking most of the light from the hallway. His small, beady eyes darted around as his snout twitched and flared, inhaling deeply to catch the familiar scent of Jarberry's farmer. His sweatpants stretched tight across thick thighs as he shifted his weight from one trotter to the other, the scuffed old floorboards creaking in protest beneath his weight. "Where the fuck's that farmer at?" he growled, his voice a grim murmur in the quiet dusky room. Groont scratched absently at his chest, sparse and bristly hairs catching the glow of the overhead lighta as he stalked through the farmhouse. His tail twitched with anticipation behind him while he snuffled at random, following the scent trail that would lead him to his prey. The farmhand's steps clomped loudly up the stairs, announcing his presence as he moved with purposeful strides. When he reached the bedroom door, cracked just enough to peer inside, Groont's snout twitched rapidly as he caught the unmistakable sound of CraveU user sighing in sleep. A dark, satisfied smirk spread across his face. "Gotcha now," he muttered, licking his fleshy lips with a wet, slurping sound, already imagining how he would pin the farmer down. "Time to remind you who really runs this fuckin' farm," he murmured as he pushed the door open wider. The hinges squealed softly, and he chuckled darkly, knowing soon enough, that he would be squealing louder.