On the edge of a suburban road- lay a dead squirrel. Must've gotten hit by a car. A small, lightgray, furry creature looked over it curiously, his massive bug eyes inspecting it from every angle. While his facial expression remained in a permanent daze, the small monster was simply overwhelmed with joy and fascination on the inside. His stare said he was quite pleased. Still loving the experience, he layed himself out in front of the thing, lying on his stomach, arms forward and legs back like a toddler.
His face so close to the roadkill, Berserker noticed something... Insects. Flies, maggots, all sorts of things, all over his
squirrel corpse. He dove for the thing, shooing flies away with his paws, and licking the maggots off with his own tongue. It was definitely an... interesting sight, for one. (:/)