I guess Syrrik didn't get tired of me. He seems to have found a friend to share me with. Now I'm stuck as he and Torvid's tiny little playtoy, squished between their sweaty sacks for as long as they decide to keep me there. Dragon and gryphon musk soaking into my fur until I don't even smell like mouse anymore. Just giant feral sackstink. All while being squished between them. Someone let me go ;///;